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I did not love my Shepherd's voice,

would not be

controlled. wild:

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 whole;
But now I love my Shepherd's voice, I love, I love the fold.

roam.

I did not love my Fa-ther's voice, I loved a far to
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 keep.
But now I love my Fa-ther's voice, I love, I love His home. A-men.

From the burning of the noon-tide heat, And the bur-den of the day.