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5. Gentle Shepherd, Thou hast still'd

At the Burial of the Dead

V. The Death of a little Child.

Gentle Shepherd, Thou hast still'd Now Thy little lamb's long weeping; Ah how peaceful, pale, and mild, In its narrow bed 'tis sleeping, And no sigh of anguish sore Heaves that little bosom more.

In this world of care and pain, Lord, Thou wouldst no longer leave it, To the sunny heavenly plain Dost Thou now with joy receive it, Clothed in robes of spotless white, Now it dwells with Thee in light.

Ah Lord Jesus, grant that we Where it lives may soon be living, And the lovely pastures see That its heavenly food are giving, Then the gain of death we prove Though Thou take what most we love.

Guter Hirt, du hast gestillet