1 Tender Shepherd, Thou hast stilled
Now Thy little lamb's brief weeping:
Ah, how peaceful, pale, and mild,
In its narrow bed 't is sleeping,
And no sign 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
Thou dost 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,
Tho' Thou take what most we love.
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First Line: | Tender Shepherd, Thou hast stilled |
Meter: | P. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Topic: | Offices of the Church: Burial of the Dead |
Notes: | Public Domain. |