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Shepherd, on before thy sheep, / Hear thy lamb that bleats behind! / Scarce the track I stumbling keep! / Through my thin fleece blows the wind!
Turn and see me, Son of Man! / Turn and lift thy Father's child; / Scarce I walk where once I ran: / Carry me -- the wind is wild!
Thou art strong -- thy strength wilt share; / My poor weight thou wilt not feel; / Weakness made thee strong to bear, / Suffering made thee strong to heal!
I were still a wandering sheep / But for thee, O Shepherd-man! / Following now, I faint, I weep, / Yet I follow as I can!
Shepherd, if I fall and lie / Moaning in the frosty wind, / Yet, I know, I shall not die -- / Thou wilt miss me -- and wilt find!