And give me, Lord, a mind that is
From all self-seeking free;
So, all unconscious, may I draw
Some other souls to thee.
From all self-seeking free;
So, all unconscious, may I draw
Some other souls to thee.
MY SHEPHERD
Yea, He is mine! Oh, blessèd thought
And would that I its sweetness knew;
Of all who love me, none can feel
A love as tender and as true.
And would that I its sweetness knew;
Of all who love me, none can feel
A love as tender and as true.
Yea, all His sheep He loveth well,
Yet, each may claim a special care;
My Shepherd intercedes for me,
He hearkens to my faintest prayer.
Yet, each may claim a special care;
My Shepherd intercedes for me,
He hearkens to my faintest prayer.
Yea, when I wander from His fold,
If torn or bruised I, bleeding, lie,
My Shepherd grieves—with pitying love
He yearns to hear my feeble cry.
If torn or bruised I, bleeding, lie,
My Shepherd grieves—with pitying love
He yearns to hear my feeble cry.
Yea, pastures green are mine for rest,
Aweary, by the waters still
My Shepherd, watchful, tender, true,
With holy peace my life would fill.
Aweary, by the waters still
My Shepherd, watchful, tender, true,
With holy peace my life would fill.
Yea, He is mine! Oh, blessèd thought!
He calleth me, e'en me, by name;
Though I should stray, He 1oveth still;
Repentant, I His love may claim.
He calleth me, e'en me, by name;
Though I should stray, He 1oveth still;
Repentant, I His love may claim.
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