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.Da jeg så at rensningsfloden ṣʿb ʿlyk SIBAWI NGAN Pane môj, prosím Ťa 성령의 바람 불어와 ชื่นชมยินดีเถิดบุตราแห่งศิโยน Bırakma Bizi Koru Bizi Дурмушым Исаң элинде ạ̉frạḥnạ bmlkk btzyd THANGTHAT NING
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