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I met the Good Shepherd,
Just now on the plain,
As homeward He carried
His lost one again;
I marvelled how gently
His burden He bore;
And as He passed by me,
I knelt to adore.
O Shepherd, Good Shepherd,
Thy wounds they are deep;
The wolves have sore hurt Thee
in saving Thy sheep.
Thy raiment all over
with crimson is dyed;
And what is this wound
they have made in Thy side?
Ah me! How the thorns
Have entangled Thy hair,
And cruelly riven
That forehead so fair;
How feebly Thou drawest
Thy faltering breath;
And lo, on Thy face
Is the shadow of death.
O Shepherd, Good Shepherd,
and is it for me
This grievous affliction
has fallen on Thee?
Thy wounds make me love Thee,
my heart shall be Thine;
With Thee I will journey,
my Shepherd divine.
---Alternative verses---
I met the Good Shepherd,
But now on the plain,
As homeward He carried
His lost one again;
I marvelled how gently
His burden He bore;
And as He passed by me,
I knelt to adore.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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11 11 11 11
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1858,1867
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 10:11;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1954 | # 174 | | 1955 | # 52 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. WILFRID
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Meter:
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6 5 6 5 D
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 174 | Bb |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 11 11 11 11 | | 11 11 11 11 |
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Hymn Writer
