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Text: | The Good Shepherd. |
Author: | Joseph Morris |
My gentle Lamb, O come to me!
The ravenous wolf lurks near thy path;
No fold is nigh, where wilt thou flee?
The desert wild no safety hath:
O come to me!
Young art thou, tender Lamb, but warm
My mantle round thee shall be pressed;
And in my bosom, safe from harm
Of storm or terror shalt thou rest.
O come to me!
And thou art feeble: I will find
Of richest milk to nourish thee,
And freshest herbs of sweetest kind,
Thy daily pasturage shall be.
O come to me!
Thou shalt to glades, where ripple by
Clear streams, where feed my lambkins, come;
And when the shades of eve are nigh,
I’ll bear thee safely to my home.
O come to me!
O, haste, my precious Lamb, to me:
Come prove me by my bleeding heart:
My Father too is seeking thee.
Nor shalt thou ever from us part.
Haste now to me!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | My gentle Lamb, O come to me |
Title: | The Good Shepherd. |
Author: | Joseph Morris (1854) |
Meter: | 8,8,8,8,4 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1854 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |