The Christian's Duty ‎#S.XXVII

S.XXVII. Seeking the Pastures of Christ the Shepherd

1 Thou whom my Soul admires above
All earthly Joy, and earthly Love,
Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know,
Where doth thy sweetest Pasture grow?

2 Where is the Shadow of that Rock,
That from the Sun defends thy Flock?
Fain would I feed among thy Sheep,
Among them rest, among them sleep.

3 Why should thy Bride appear like one
That turns aside to Paths unknown?
My constant Feet would never rove,
Would never seek another Love.

[4 The Footsteps of thy Flock I see;
Thy sweetest Pastures here they be;
A wond'rous Feast thy Love prepares,
Bought with thy Wounds, & Groans & Tears.

5 His dearest Flesh he makes my Food,
And bids me drink his richest Blood:
Here to these Hills my Soul will come,
Till my Beloved lead me home.]

Text Information

• First Line: Thou whom my Soul admires above
• Title: Seeking the Pastures of Christ the Shepherd
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1801
• Scripture:
  Song of Solomon 1:7

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