SHEEP AND LAMBS
ALL in the April morning, | |
April airs were abroad; | |
The sheep with their little lambs | |
Pass'd me by on the road. | |
The sheep with their little lambs | |
Pass'd me by on the road; | |
All in an April evening | |
I thought on the Lamb of God. | |
The lambs were weary, and crying | |
With a weak human cry; | |
I thought on the Lamb of God | |
Going meekly to die. | |
Up in the blue, blue mountains | |
Dewy pastures are sweet: | |
Rest for the little bodies, | |
Rest for the little feet. | |
Rest for the Lamb of God | |
Up on the hill-top green; | |
Only a cross of shame | |
Two stark crosses between. | |
All in the April evening, | |
April airs were abroad; | |
I saw the sheep with their lambs, | |
And thought on the Lamb of God. |
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