Written for One in Sore Pain

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Written for One in Sore Pain

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!