1 Gentle Shepherd, Thou hast stilled
Now Thy little lamb's brief weeping;
Ah, how peaceful, pale, and mild,
In its narrow bed 'tis sleeping,
And no sigh of anguish sore
Heaves that little bosom more.
2 In this world of care and pain,
Lord, Thou wouldst no longer leave it;
To the sunny, heavenly plain
Dost Thou now with joy receive it;
Clothed in robes of spotless white,
Now it dwells with Thee in light.
3 AH, Lord Jesus, grant that we
Where it lives may soon be living,
And the lovely pastures see
That its heavenly food are giving:
Then the gain of death we prove
Though Thou take what most we love.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Gentle Shepherd, Thou hast stilled |
Meter: | 7, 8, 7, 8, 7, 7 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Death and Burial |
Notes: | Public Domain. |