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186 OUR CHILDREN'S
GREAT SHEPHERD OF THE SHEEP.
Great Shepherd of the sheep, "Who all thy flock dost keep,
Leading by waters calm, Do thou my footsteps guide To follow by thy side ;
Make me thy little lamb!
I fear I may be torn
By many a sharp-set thorn,
As far from thee I stray ; My weary feet may bleed, For rough are paths which lead
Out of thy pleasant way.
But when the road is long, Thy tender arm, and strong,
The weary one will bear ; And thou wilt wash me clean, And lead to pastures green,
Where all the flowers are fair.
Till, from the soil of sin Cleansed, and made pure within,
Dear Saviour, whose I am, Thou briugest me in love To thy sweet fold above,
A little snow-white lamb!
Whose years, with ceaseless virtue crowned, Were all alike divine!
Dependent on thy bounteous breatn,
We seek thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
To keep us still thine own!
SEE THE GOOD SHEPHERD.
See, the good Shepherd, Jesus, stands, And calls his sheep by name;
Gathers the feeble in his arms, And feeds each tender lamb.
He leads them to the gentle stream
Where living water flows, And guides them to the verdant fields
Where sweetest herbage grows.
When, wandering from the peaceful fold,
We leave the narrow way, Our faithful Shepherd still is near,
To seek us when astray.
The weakest lambs amidst the flock
His tender mercies share, And, folded in the Saviour's arms,
Are free from every snare.
Thus may we safely onward go, Beneath our Shepherd's care,
And keep the gate of heaven in view, Till we shall enter there.
BY COOL SILOAM'S SHADY RILL.
By cool Siloam's shady rill,
How fair the lily grows! How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,
Of Sharon's dewy rose!
Lo! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod,
Whose secret heart, with influeuce sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
By cool Siloam's shady rill
The lily must decay; The rose that blooms beneath the hill
Must shortly fade away.
O thou whose infant feet were found Within thy Father's shrine,
Little children, can you tell, Do you know the story well, Every girl and every boy, Why the angels sing for joy On the Christmas morning ?
Yes, we know the story well; Listen now, and hear us tell, Every girl and every boy, Why the angels sing for joy On the Christmas morniug.