599 Tender Shepherd, Thou hast stilled

1 Tender Shepherd, Thou hast stilled Now Thy little lamb's brief weeping; Ah, how peaceful, pale, and mild, In its narrow bed 'tis sleeping! And no sight of anguish sore Heaves that little bosom more. 2 In this world of pain and care, Lord, Thou wouldst no longer leave it; To Thy heavenly meadows fair Lovingly Thou dost receive it. Clothed in robes of spotless white, Now it dwells with Thee in light. 3 O Lord Jesus, grant that we There may live where it is living, And the blissful pastures see That its heavenly food are giving; Then the gain of death we'll prove, Though Thou take what most we love.