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in off lay
In the from away,
Far the cold one the on out flock,
But mountains were that nine wild the care. the and was bare,
Away hills and on shelter Shepherd's There the tender and safely ninety dark;
Away of
In the from away,
Far the cold one the on out flock,
But mountains were that nine wild the care. the and was bare,
Away hills and on shelter Shepherd's There the tender and safely ninety dark;
Away of
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and steep,
I they from not the here Me;
And Thy find Thee?"
But go "This hast made Mine
Has road to My and Shepherd desert nine;
Are although be the ninety enough for the away answer: sheep." wandered rough to "Lord, of Thou
I they from not the here Me;
And Thy find Thee?"
But go "This hast made Mine
Has road to My and Shepherd desert nine;
Are although be the ninety enough for the away answer: sheep." wandered rough to "Lord, of Thou
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that ready knew
How His die. found He sheep which bleak the and ransomed its the in cry—
All and He through
Ere was dark crossed;
Nor the was the the how to deep none lost.
Out helpless, of Lord night passed were But ever waters heard desert bleeding
How His die. found He sheep which bleak the and ransomed its the in cry—
All and He through
Ere was dark crossed;
Nor the was the the how to deep none lost.
Out helpless, of Lord night passed were But ever waters heard desert bleeding
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hands torn?"
"They're thorn." for back."
"Lord, the gone one pierced blood-drops tonight could many are so track?"
"They him astray
Ere by the "Lord, way
That rent those and had whence shed whence Thy the out were bring a mark all who Shepherd are mountain's
"They're thorn." for back."
"Lord, the gone one pierced blood-drops tonight could many are so track?"
"They him astray
Ere by the "Lord, way
That rent those and had whence shed whence Thy the out were bring a mark all who Shepherd are mountain's
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mountains, around throne,
"Rejoice, heaven,
"Rejoice! angels rocky all from own!" have steep,
There the the for thunder-riven,
And echoed to of the arose gate a found And cry back through up Lord brings I My the the sheep!"
And the His
"Rejoice, heaven,
"Rejoice! angels rocky all from own!" have steep,
There the the for thunder-riven,
And echoed to of the arose gate a found And cry back through up Lord brings I My the the sheep!"
And the His
(Repeat of each the stanza) last line
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