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Shepherd show me how to go

O’er the hillside steep,

How to gather, how to sow,

How to feed Thy sheep;

I will listen for Thy voice,

Lest my footsteps stray;

I will follow and rejoice

All the rugged way.

Thou wilt bind the stubborn will,

Wound the callous breats,

Make self-righteousness be still,

Break earth’s stupid rest.

Strangers on a barren shore,

Lab’ring long and lone,

We would enter by the door,

And Thou know’st Thine own;

So, when day grows dark and cold,

Tear or triumph harms,

Lead Thy lambkins to the fold,

Take them in Thine arms;

Feed the hunger, heal the heart,

Till the morning’s beam;

White as wool, ere they depart,

Shepherd, wash them clean.

written by Mary Baker Eddy

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