did not The Father 'Twas He that would not

I

did not love my Shepherd's voice, I would not be con They fol-lowed me o'er vale and hill, O'er deserts waste and 'Twas He that washed me in His blood, 'Twas He that made me But now I love my Shepherd's voice, I love, I love the

JOHN ZUNDEL, 1855

love the sought His loved my be con

did not
love my
Fam-ished and faint and
That found the wand'ring
I once preferred to

far to

roam.

did not love my Father's voice, I loved a They bound me with the bands of love, They saved the wand'ring one. 'Twas He that brought me to the fold, 'Tis He that still doth But now I love my Father's voice, I

love, I love His

ep. home.

4 'Twas He who found me on the deathly wild,
And made me heir of heaven, the Father's child,
And day by day, whereby my soul may live,
Gives me His grace of pardon, and will give.

look at

the pure

are the

5 Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord:
Thine all the merits, mine the great reward;
Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown,
Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down.

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thing may find a home; And yet I hear a voice that bids me "Come." of that throne ap-pear? Yet there are hands stretch'd out to draw me near. for all a- tone, And set me fault-less there be- fore the throne. Amen.

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ness that