  Shepherd, show me how to go O'er the hillside steep, How to gather, how to sow,— How to feed Thy sheep; I will listen for Thy voice, [1] Lest my footsteps stray; I will follow and rejoice All the rugged way. Thou wilt bind the stubborn will, [5] Wound the callous breast, Make self-righteousness be still, Break earth's stupid rest. Strangers on a barren shore, Lab'ring long and lone, [10] We would enter by the door, And Thou know'st Thine own; So, when day grows dark and cold, Tear or triumph harms, Lead Thy lambkins to the fold, [15] Take them in Thine arms; Feed the hungry, heal the heart, Till the morning's beam; White as wool, ere they depart, Shepherd, wash them clean. |
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