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