Hymnal: The Sacred Melodeon
Date: 1848
Compiler: A S Hayden
Publisher/Printer: A S Hayden
First Line: Feed my lambs how condescending
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Tune: Feed My Lambs
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 242, click to see hymnal pages
Lyics"Feed my lambs!" - how condescending;
How compassionate the grace
Of the Saviour, just ascending;
Thus to bless our infant race!
Richest treasure, dearest token,
From his stores of love to give;
Kept from age to age unbroken,
Till its bounty we receive.
Who, without that word of blessing,
Could our dark estate have told?
Sin and wo our souls distressing,
Lost and wand'ring from his fold.
"Feed my lambs!" ye pastors, hear it;
Feed the flock of his own hand:
Oh, for him, for us revere it;
Keep thy Shepherd's last command.