SAVI 116. AVIOUR, who Thy flock art feeding All the feeble gently leading, While the lambs Thy bosom share: Fold them in Thy gracious arm; Never, from Thy pasture roving, Let them be the lion's prey; Let Thy tenderness so loving Keep them all life's dangerous way: A. men. MY And doth Thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all Thy children led, And let them all Thy sweetness know. That sacred stream, that heavenly food. Oh! let Thy table honour'd be, And furnish'd well with joyful guests! Bid all our drooping graces live; A Saviour's blood alone can give. A men. |