Thou Shepherd of Israel, and mine
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Thou Shepherd of Israel, and mine,The joy and desire of my heart,For closer communion I pine,I long to reside where thou art;The pasture I languish to find,Where all who their Shepherd obey,Are fed, on thy bosom reclined,And screened from the heat of the day.
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Tis there, with the lambs of thy flock,There only, I covet to rest;To lie at the foot of the rock,Or rise to be hid in thy breast:'Tis there I would always abide,And never a moment depart,Concealed in the cleft of thy side,Eternally held in thy heart.