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When wolves and tygers howl for prey
They pitying stand and weep;
Seeking to drive their thirst away,
And keep them from the sheep.
But if they rush dreadful;
The angels most heedful,
Receive each mild spirit,
New worlds to inherit.

And there the lions ruddy eyes,
Shall flow with tears of gold;
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold;
Saying: wrath by his meekneſs
And by his health, sickneſs,
Is driven away,
From our immortal day.

And now beside thee bleating lamb,
I can lie down and sleep;
Or think on him who bore thy name
Graze after thee and weep.
For wash'd in lifes river,
My bright mane for ever,
Shall shine like the gold
As I guard o'er the fold