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THE SHEPHERD.
TENDERLY THE SHEPHERD.

Philip P. Bliss, by per., (1838-1876) 1875.

PHILIP P. BLISS, (1838-1876) 1875.

1. Ten-der-ly the Shep-herd, O'er the mountains cold,
2. Pa-tient-ly the owner Seeks with earnest care,
3. Lov-ing-ly the Father Sends the news a - round:

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Lost one, 'tis Jesus Seek -ing to save. Seek-ing to save,

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JESUS IS OUR SHEPHERD.

REV. HUGH STOWELL, (1799-1865) 1849.

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J. I. Tucker.

How the gentlest

1. Jesus is our Shep-herd, Well we know His voice;
2. Jesus is our Shep-herd; Guard-ed by His arm, Though the wolves may
3. Jesus is our Shep-herd; With His goodness now

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And His ten-der

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whis-per, Makes our hearts re-joice!

E-ven when He chideth, Ten-der is His

None can do us harm; When we tread death's valley, Dark with fearful
Let us sing His prais-es With a gladsome

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WAS THERE EVER KINDEST SHEPHERD?

"Althrop." 8s. & 78. D. REV. FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER, (1814-1863) 1854.

George Lomas, (1834-1884)

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As the Savior who would have us Come and gath-er round His feet?
There's a kind-ness in His justice, Which is more than lib-er- ty.
And the heart of the Eternal Is most won-der- ful- ly kind.
There is joy for all
In the sorrows of the Head.

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I WAS A WANDERING SHEEP.

"Pastor Bonus."

REV. HORATIUS BONAR, (1808-1889) 1844.

Alfred J. Caldicott, (1842- )

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1. I was a wandering sheep; I did not love the fold;
2. The Shepherd sought His sheep; The Fa-ther sought His child; They
3. Jesus my Shep-herd is; "Twas He that loved my soul, 'Twas

did not love my Shepherd's voice; I would not be con-trolled. I fol-lowed me o'er vale and hill, O'er deserts waste and wild. They He that washed me in His blood, 'Twas He that made me whole; 'Twas

was a wayward child; found me nigh to death, He that sought the lost,

I did not love my home; I Fam-ished and faint and lone; They That found the wan-dering sheep, 'Twas

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did not love my Father's voice; I loved a far to roam. bound me with the bands of love; They saved the wandering one. He that brought me to the fold, 'Tis He that still doth keep. A

men.

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