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.Мəсиһ сəни севир, сəни сəслəјир Chtěl bych jít za Tebou إنت الشافي لمنتظرينك 到那时候 Az Úr a mi Istenünk Иса йюджелди, Шейтан йенилди, севинин инсанлар Author of All Life Heaven Song Хиляди причини ạ̉rfʿ ʿyny nḥwk
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