The Shepherd
How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot!From the morn to the evening he stays;He shall follow his sheep all the day,And his tongue shall be filled with praise.
For he hears the lambs' innocent call,And he hears the ewes' tender reply;He is watching while they are in peace,For they know when their Shepherd is nigh.
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