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Original Hymn
Not unto men alone has come
The Saviour's earnest call,
“Go, feed my sheep, that homeless roam;”
It comes alike to all.
The Saviour's earnest call,
“Go, feed my sheep, that homeless roam;”
It comes alike to all.
It finds response in childhood's heart,
That, moved with others' need,
Would gladly do its humble part
Christ's suffering lambs to feed.
That, moved with others' need,
Would gladly do its humble part
Christ's suffering lambs to feed.
In many a city's streets they rove,
With none to shelter, bless,
With none to guide, instruct, and love,
As in a wilderness.
With none to shelter, bless,
With none to guide, instruct, and love,
As in a wilderness.
481
“Lov'st thou me?” the Saviour said
To him who had denied;
“Then feed my sheep, the feeblest aid;
To thee I them confide.”
To him who had denied;
“Then feed my sheep, the feeblest aid;
To thee I them confide.”
That blessed mission may we all
Like Peter, too, fulfil;
So shall we heed the Saviour's call,
And do our Father's will.
Like Peter, too, fulfil;
So shall we heed the Saviour's call,
And do our Father's will.
Poem No. 369; c. 16 May 1875
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