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.hạ ậty bṭyby رجايا فيك Грешник беспечный проснись от сна dʿwạ ạlạ̉wlạd yạ̉twn ạ̹ly̱ Иисус печальным взором Ma aflu sub sângele sfânt When the music fades Hay un hogar, es un lugar hyạ nhll Praise God From Whom All Blessings Flow
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