 | Songs in the Whirlwind |  |
9
THE BLIND SHEPHERD.
Set my feet upon the hills
Which of old they trod;
Leave me in the glimmering dawn
There, alone with God.
Which of old they trod;
Leave me in the glimmering dawn
There, alone with God.
Let me feel the breezes blow
Round about my brow,
And the dews which washed the flowers,
I would feel them now.
Round about my brow,
And the dews which washed the flowers,
I would feel them now.
Let me hear the streamlet's song
In the breaking light,
And the mavis singing there
With a pure delight.
In the breaking light,
And the mavis singing there
With a pure delight.
Let me hear the branches sway,
Feel them with my hands,
And, my face towards the East,
In my pasture lands,
Feel them with my hands,
And, my face towards the East,
In my pasture lands,
Let me feel the sunbeam strike
On my sightless eyes;
God still loves and lets me love,
'Tis my paradise.
On my sightless eyes;
God still loves and lets me love,
'Tis my paradise.
Set my feet upon the hills
With my God and free;
Tho' the world to me is dark
Still my soul can see.
With my God and free;
Tho' the world to me is dark
Still my soul can see.
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