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1 Gentle Shepherd, Thou hast still'd
Now Thy little lamb’s long weeping;
Ah, how peaceful, pale and mild,
In its narrow bed ’tis sleeping!
And no sigh of anguish sore
Heaves that little bosom more.
2 In this world of care and pain,
Lord, Thou wouldst no longer leave it:
To the sunny, heavenly plain
Dost Thou now in joy receive it.
Clothed in robes of spotless white,
Now it dwells with Thee in light.
3 Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we
Where it lives may soon be living,
And the lovely pastures see
That its heavenly food are giving.
Then the gain of death we'll prove,
Though Thou take what most we love.
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First Line: | Gentle Shepherd, Thou hast still'd |
Meter: | 7s & 8s |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Burial; Death; Death: Of a Child(1 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Meinhold Winkworth |