Savior, who Thy flock art feeding With the Shepherd's kindest care, All the feeble gently leading, While the lambs Thy bosom share. Now, these little ones receiving, Fold them in Thy gracious arm; There, we know, Thy Word believing, Only there secure from harm. Never, from Thy pasture roving, Let them be the lion's prey; Let Thy tenderness, so loving, Keep them through life's dang'rous way. Then within Thy fold eternal Let them find a resting place, Feed in pastures ever vernal, Drink the rivers of Thy grace.Boh, pokoj náš Menda qoʻrquv boʻlsa مين زيك В море жизни я плыву العىس ساعان Бог сотворивший мир Bol smutný som a sám Кудай дүйнөнү жараткан сөзү менен 사명 خذني لعلاك
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