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1. Ten-der - ly the Shep-herd, O'er the mountains cold, Goes to bring his 2. Pa-tient-ly the own - er Seeks with earnest care, In the dust and 3. Lov-ing - ly the Fa - ther Sends the news a - round: “He once dead now
JESUS IS OUR SHEPHERD.
Rev. HUGH STOWELL, (1799–1865) 1849.
J. I. Tucker.
1. Je - sus is our Shep-herd, Well we know His voice; How the gentlest 2. Je - sus is our Shep-herd; Guard-ed by His arm, hough the wolves may 3. Je - sus is our Shep-herd ; With His goodness now And His ten-der
whis-per, Makes our hearts re-joice! E-ven when Hechideth, Ten-der is His
None can do us harm; When we tread death's valley, Dark with fearful
WAS THERE EVER KINDEST SHEPHERD?
“Althrop.” 88. & 78. D. Rev. FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER, (1814–1863) 1854.
George Lomas, (1834–1884)
1. Was there ev - er kind-est shepherd Half so gen - tle, half so sweet
As the Sa - vior who would have us Come and gath-er round His feet? There's a kind-ness in His jus - tice, Which is more than lib-er - ty.
And the heart of the E - ter - nal Is most won-der- ful - ly kind. There is joy for all the mem-bers In the sor - rows of the Head.
It is God; His love looks mighty, But is mightier than it seems; There is wel - come for the sin · ner, And more gra - ces for the good; But we make His love too nar - row By false lim - its
of our own, If our love were but more sim - ple, We should take Him at His word,
'Tis our Fa-ther; and His fond - ness Goes far out be-yond our dreams. There is mer - cy with the Sa-vior, There is heal - ing in His blood: And we mag - ni - fy His strict-ness With a zeal He will not own. And our lives would be all sun - shine In the sweetness of our Lord.
I WAS A WANDERING SHEEP.
“ Pastor Bonus.” Rev. HORATIUS BONAR, (1808–1889) 1844.
Alfred J. Caldicott, (1842– )
1. I was & wandering sheep; I did not love the fold; I
did not love my Shepherd's voice; I would not be con-trolled. I fol-lowed me o'er vale and hill, O’er des - erts waste and wild. They He that washed me in His blood, 'Twas He that made me whole ; 'Twas
a way - ward child; I did not love my home; I found me nigh to death, Fam-ished and faint and lone; They He that sought the lost, That found the wan-dering sheep, 'Twas
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