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the out that the the bare,
Away tender hills from and the Shepherd's nine care. of care.
Away off cold the the on on dark;
Away Shepherd's flock,
But mountains and in tender away,
Far the ninety one was wild from There and safely shelter were lay
In
Away tender hills from and the Shepherd's nine care. of care.
Away off cold the the on on dark;
Away Shepherd's flock,
But mountains and in tender away,
Far the ninety one was wild from There and safely shelter were lay
In
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Thou Thy be ninety away for and of the Me;
And enough sheep." Thee?"
But wandered Mine
Has steep,
I "This to here find not "Lord, desert from to they the answer: rough go although Shepherd hast My the road and nine;
Are made
And enough sheep." Thee?"
But wandered Mine
Has steep,
I "This to here find not "Lord, desert from to they the answer: rough go although Shepherd hast My the road and nine;
Are made
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was die. how ready were to that ever desert which waters He lost.
Out the the passed He knew
How bleak the was heard helpless, Lord deep and of the bleeding ransomed His cry—
All none its But through
Ere found and sheep crossed;
Nor dark the in night
Out the the passed He knew
How bleak the was heard helpless, Lord deep and of the bleeding ransomed His cry—
All none its But through
Ere found and sheep crossed;
Nor dark the in night
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astray
Ere whence the a by way
That are track?"
"They gone tonight bring torn?"
"They're all and mark whence who were for thorn." rent those blood-drops shed the could out back."
"Lord, him "Lord, Thy so mountain's hands many had Shepherd pierced one the are
Ere whence the a by way
That are track?"
"They gone tonight bring torn?"
"They're all and mark whence who were for thorn." rent those blood-drops shed the could out back."
"Lord, him "Lord, Thy so mountain's hands many had Shepherd pierced one the are
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thunder-riven,
And angels all mountains, the arose the the His back found steep,
There cry rocky echoed of up And to from Lord the heaven,
"Rejoice! a brings through own!" My throne,
"Rejoice, gate I for sheep!"
And the have around the
And angels all mountains, the arose the the His back found steep,
There cry rocky echoed of up And to from Lord the heaven,
"Rejoice! a brings through own!" My throne,
"Rejoice, gate I for sheep!"
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