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