Part 5 — WRITTEN FOR ONE IN SORE PAIN.
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Shepherd, on before thy sheep, Hear thy lamb that bleats behind! Scarce the track I stumbling keep! Through my thin fleece blows the wind!
Turn and see me, Son of Man! Turn and lift thy Father's child; Scarce I walk where once I ran: Carry me—the wind is wild!
Thou art strong—thy strength wilt share; My poor weight thou wilt not feel; Weakness made thee strong to bear, Suffering made thee strong to heal!
I were still a wandering sheep But for thee, O Shepherd-man! Following now, I faint, I weep, Yet I follow as I can!
Shepherd, if I fall and lie Moaning in the frosty wind, Yet, I know, I shall not die— Thou wilt miss me—and wilt find!