LOVE'S THANKSGIVING
O how good God is that He keeps
The child for ever and ever well,
Above the tempests and the deeps,
In joy no tongue can tell.
Our little lamb of God goes straying,
By daisied meadows, 'neath dappled skies;
Our little lamb of God goes playing
Under God's eyes.
The child for ever and ever well,
Above the tempests and the deeps,
In joy no tongue can tell.
Our little lamb of God goes straying,
By daisied meadows, 'neath dappled skies;
Our little lamb of God goes playing
Under God's eyes.
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