Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep
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Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep,On this sweet day of rest;O bless this flock, and make this foldEnjoy a heavenly rest.
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Welcome and precious to my soulAre these sweet days of love,But what a Sabbath shall I keepWhen I shall rest above!
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I come, I wait, I hear, I pray;Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace;Here, in thine own appointed way,I wait to see thy face.
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These are the sweet and precious daysOn which my Lord I've seen;And oft, when feasting on his word,In raptures I have been.
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O, if my soul, when Christ appears,In this sweet frame be found,I'll clasp my Saviour in my arms,And leave this earthly ground!