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