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"FEED MY LAMBS." 61
When o'er the stormy flood
Your bark is driven, Think of your teacher's God,
Your teacher's heaven.
"FEED MY LAMBS."
Johh xxi, 15.
Shepherds of the fold of God, Which he purchased with his blood, Hark ! a voice is echoing round— Listen, listen to the sound:
" Feed my lambs."
In a wilderness they stray, In a wild and desert way; They are famishing for food— Shepherds of the living God,
" Feed my lambs."
Give them food that shall endure, Give them waters running pure; Lead them into pastures green, Where the living streams are seen— " Feed my lambs."
See, the Saviour stands before you; See, his arms of love are o'er you; |
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