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