(FOR CHILDREN.) 8,8,8,8,4 My gentle Lamb, O come to me! The ravenous wolf lurks near thy path; No fold is nigh, where wilt thou flee? The desert wild no safety hath: O come to me! Young art thou, tender Lamb, but warm My mantle round thee shall be pressed; And in my bosom, safe from harm Of storm or terror shalt thou rest. O come to me! And thou art feeble: I will find Of richest milk to nourish thee, And freshest herbs of sweetest kind, Thy daily pasturage shall be. O come to me! Thou shalt to glades, where ripple by Clear streams, where feed my lambkins, come; And when the shades of eve are nigh, I'll bear thee safely to my home. O come to me! O, haste, my precious Lamb, to me: Come prove me by my bleeding heart: My Father too is seeking thee. Nor shalt thou ever from us part. Haste now to me! |