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Hail, bounteous friends! who kindly guide Our steps in paths of peace, Ye ne'er shall be by us forgot, Till life and memory cease; But daily, when we kneel in prayer, We 'll ask of Him above, To shed his blessing on your souls For all your deeds of love.

 

My Lamb, where hast thou been Roaming abroad all day? Cropping thy food in pastures green, Where the bright waters play? But of the sunny vale Thou 'rt weary now, I see, So, thou may'st come and tell thy tale, And rest thy head on me. 