First and Last

Thy "little lamb" once more!
My Lord, my life, my rest,
Borne in thine arms the wide world o'er,
A lamb upon thy breast.

Thy sheep across the waste
Were wandering far and wide,
And after them my heart would baste
To bring them to thy side.

Thy lambs were weak and faint,
I could but give my best;
Feebly I sought to still the plaint,
And bear them on my breast.

Great Shepherd of the sheep!
The sheep are thine, not mine!
Thou thy great flock wilt surely keep,
And each one lamb of thine.

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poem by Elizabeth Rundle Charles from Littell's Living Age, Volume 143, Issue 1842
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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