1 Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep,
On this sweet day of rest;
O bless this flock, and make this fold
Enjoy a heavenly rest.
2 Welcome, and precious to my soul,
Are these sweet days of love;
But what a Sabbath shall I keep,
When I shall rest above!
3 I come, I wait, I hear, I pray,
Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace,
Here, in thine own appointed way,
I wait to see thy face.
4 These are the sweet and precious days
On which my Lord I've seen;
And oft, when feasting on his word,
In raptures I have been.
5 O if my soul, when death appears,
In this sweet frame be found:
I'd clasp my Saviour in my arms,
And leave this earthly ground.
6 I long for that delightful hour,
when from this clay undrest,
I shall be cloth'd in robes divine,
And made for ever blest.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Sabbath Morning; The Lord's Day: Morning |
Notes: | Public Domain. |