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Rh THE LITTLE FLOCK

, now keep the little flock

Which Thou bad'st not to fear:

Childing women and old folk

And the little children dear.

In this night of Hell revealed

Call them that they run with Thee,

And come out in a green field

Where they gather round Thy knee.

All poor women that give suck,

All that are with child, lead Thou,

By the margins of a brook

Where is daisied peace enow.

Christ, remember now the sick;

Feeble knees and hanging head.

When they cry on Thee, come quick,

And their sickness shall be stayed.

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