Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs ‎#131

131. Longing after CHRIST

1 Companions of thy little flock,
Dear Lord, we fain would be;
Our helpless hearts to thee look up,
To thee, our shepherd flee.

2 O might we lean upon the breast,
Which love and pity fill,
And now become those lambs carest,
That in thy bosom dwell.

3 How sweet that voice, how sweet that hand
Which leads to pastures fair,
Shews Cana'n's milk and honey land,
Lot of thy flock so dear.

4 Rich grace, free grace, most sweetly call,
Directly come who will,
Just as you are; for Christ receives
Poor helpless sinners still.

5 'Tis grace each day that feeds our souls;
Grace keeps us only pure;
And O! that nothing else but grace
May rule for evermore.

6 As one in heart let's all rejoice
The sinner's friend to praise;
The shepherd dy'd; O! 'tis his voice;
He'll us to glory raise.

Text Information

• First Line: Companions of thy little Flock
• Title: Longing after CHRIST
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1800

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