LITTLE LAMBS.
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I walk’d in a field of fresh clover this morn, Where lambs play’d so merrily under the trees, Or rub’d their soft coats on a naked old thorn, Or nibbled the clover, or rested at ease.
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And under the hedge ran a clear water-brook, To drink from when thirsty or weary with play; So gay did the daisies and buttercups look, That I thought little lambs must be happy all day.
And when I remember the beautiful psalm, That tells about Christ and His pastures so green, I know He is willing to make me His lamb, And happier far than the lambs I have seen.
If I drink of the waters so peaceful and still, That flow in His field, I for ever shall live; If I love Him, and seek His commands to fulfil, A place in His sheepfold to me will He give.
The lambs are at peace in the fields when they play, The long summer’s day in contentment they spend; But happier I, if in God’s holy way I try to walk always, with Christ for my Friend.
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