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Let thy kingdom, blessed Saviour!
Come and bid our jarrings cease
Come, oh come, and reign forever,
God of love and Prince of peace!
Visit now poor bleeding Zion,
Hear the people mourn and weep;
Day and night thy lambs are crying,
Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep.
Come, good Lord, with courage arm us,
Persecution rages here:
Nothing, Lord, we know can harm us,
While our Shepherd is so near:
Glory, glory be to Jesus,
At his name our hearts do leap;
He both comforts us and frees us,
The good Shepherd feeds his sheep.
Lord, in us there is no merit,
We’ve been sinners from our youth;
Guide us, Lord, by thy good spirit,
Which shall teach us all the truth.
On the gospel word we’ll venture,
Till in death’s cold arms we sleep;
Love our Lord, and Christ our Saviour;
Oh, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep.
Here’s the Prince of your salvation,
Saying, “Fear not, little flock;
I myself am your foundation,
You are built upon this rock:
Shun the path of vice and folly,
Scale the mount, although it’s steep,
Look to me, and be ye holy,
I delight to feed my sheep.”
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8 7 8 7
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 2005 | # 163 |
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ST. SYLVESTER
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8 7 8 7
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 1046 | F | | # 289 | F | | # 802 | F |
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