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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.
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.
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.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 8 7 8 7 7
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Dates:
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1835,1858
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Bible Refs:
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Is 25:8;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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MEINHOLD
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Meter:
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7 8 7 8 7 7
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1636
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 532 | F | | # 402 | F |
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