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Feed My Sheep

Feed My Sheep
Music by Jeanne Alden Joy
Words by Mary Baker Eddy

Shepherd, show me how to go
O’er the hillside steep,
How to gather, how to sow,
How to feed Thy sheep;
I will listen for Thy voice,
Lest my footsteps stray:
I will follow and rejoice
All the rugged way.

Thou wilt bind the stubborn will,
Wound the callous breast,
Make self-righteousness be still,
Breath earth’s stupid rest.
Strangers on a barren shore,
Labr’ing long and lone,
We would enter by the door,
And Thou knowest Thine own;

So, when day grows dark and cold,
Tear or triumph harms,
Lead Thy lambkins to the fold,
Take them in Thine arms,
Feed the hungry, heal the heart,
‘Till the morning’s beam
White as wool, ere they depart,
Shepherd, Shepherd, wash them,
Wash them clean.