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When wolves and tygers howl for prey They pitying stand and weep; Seeking to drive their thirst away, And keep them from the sheep. But if they rush dreadful; The angels most heedful, Receive each mild spirit, New worlds to inherit.

And there the lions ruddy eyes, Shall flow with tears of gold; And pitying the tender cries, And walking round the fold; Saying: wrath by his meeknes And by his health, sicknes, Is driven away, From our immortal day.

And now beside thee bleating lamb, I can lie down and sleep; Or think on him who bore thy name Graze after thee and weep. For wash'd in lifes river, My bright mane for ever, Shall shine like the gold As I guard o'er the fold