Poem 4: THE LAMB
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| | Little lamb, who made thee? | |
| | Does thou know who made thee, | |
| | Gave thee life, and bid thee feed | |
| | By the stream and o'er the mead; | |
| | Gave thee clothing of delight, | |
| | Softest clothing, woolly, bright; | |
| | Gave thee such a tender voice, | |
| | Making all the vales rejoice? | |
| | Little lamb, who made thee? | |
| | Does thou know who made thee? | |
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| | Little lamb, I'll tell thee; | |
| | Little lamb, I'll tell thee: | |
| | He is called by thy name, | |
| | For He calls Himself a Lamb. | |
| | He is meek, and He is mild, | |
| | He became a little child. | |
| | I a child, and thou a lamb, | |
| | We are called by His name. | |
| | Little lamb, God bless thee! | |
| | Little lamb, God bless thee! | |
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