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.В имени Иисуса сладость В Христос да се радваме винаги Príď, dnes je čas chváliť Pána ลมชื่นใจ สายลมพัดผ่านพริ้วมา Ей Кардешлер, Хак Олан Не Варса مقدمة You left your throne Махни се, сатано Smutný čas pôstny čas كنت بين الجمع سائر
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