Through
midday heat and midnight frost
He
helped the weak and fed the sound.
He
journeyed over barren ground
To
find the wandering and lost.
He
did not heed the awful cost
That
through Him blessing might abound.
Praise
shall eternally resound:
Oh
what a Shepherd, Lord, Thou wast!
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