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A little flock, so calls he thee;
Who bought thee with his blood;
A little flock disowned of men,
But owned and loved of God.
A little flock, so calls he thee;
Church of the Firstborn, hear!
Be not ashamed to own the name;
It is no name of fear.
Not many rich or noble called,
Not many great or wise;
Those whom God makes
his kings and priests
Are poor in human eyes.
But the Chief Shepherd
comes at length;
Her feeble days are o'er.
With glory crowned,
and sceptre's strength,
She reigns forevermore.
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