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The Good Shepherd

C.M.

1
See, Israel’s gentle Shepherd stands
With all engaging charms;
Hark, how He calls the tender lambs,
And folds them in His arms.

2
“Permit them to approach,” He cries,
“Nor scorn their humble name;
For ’twas to bless such souls as these
The Friend of sinners came.”

3
He’ll lead them to the heavenly streams,
Where living waters flow,
And guide them to the fruitful fields,
Where trees of knowledge grow.

4
The feeblest lamb amidst the flock
Shall be its Shepherd’s care;
While folded in the Saviour’s arms,
’Tis safe from every snare.

5
O am I made a lamb indeed,
Born of a heavenly power?
My soul from death must here be freed,
Or sink to rise no more.