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| 1 | A little lamb went straying |
| Among the hills one day, |
| Leaving its faithful shepherd, |
| Because it loved to stray. |
| And while the sun shone brightly, |
| It knew no thought of fear, |
| For flowers around were blooming, |
| And balmy was the air. |
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| 2 | But night came over quickly, |
| The hollow breezes blew, |
| The sun soon ceased its shining, |
| All dark and dismal grew. |
| The little lamb stood bleating, |
| And well indeed it might, |
| So far from home and shepherd, |
| And on so dark a night. |
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| 3 | But, ah! the faithful shepherd |
| Soon missed the little thing, |
| And onward went to seek it, |
| And home again to bring. |
| He sought on hill and valley, |
| And called it by its name: |
| He sought, nor ceased his seeking, |
| Until he found his lamb. |
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| 4 | Then to his gentle bosom |
| The little lamb he pressed, |
| And on his shoulders bore it, |
| And fondly it caressed. |
| The little lamb was happy |
| To find itself secure; |
| The shepherd, too, was joyful, |
| Because his lamb he bore. |
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| 5 | And now, dear little children, |
| A Shepherd's up on high, |
| Who came to seek the straying, |
| Who all deserved to die. |
| For sin each lamb had ruined, |
| And far from God had led; |
| But oh! what love unbounded! |
| He suffered in their stead. |
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