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Second Sunday after Easter.

Jesus said, I am the Good Shepherd: the Good Shepherd giveth His life for His sheep.

From the Gospel. [Jn. 10:11]


Guter Hirte willst du nicht

Angelus. 1657.

trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1855

Loving Shepherd, kind and true,

Wilt Thou not in pity come

To Thy Lamb? As shepherds do,

Bear me in Thy bosom home;

Take me hence from earth's annoy

To Thy home of endless joy.

See how I have gone astray

In this earthly wilderness;

Come and take me soon away

To Thy flock who dwell in bliss,

And Thy glory, Lord, behold,

Safe within Thy heavenly fold.


For I fain would gaze on Thee,

With the lambs to whom 'tis given

That they feed, from danger free,

In the happy fields of heaven;

Praising Thee, all terrors o'er,

Never can they wander more.

Here I live in sore distress,

Fearing, watching, hour by hour;

For my foes around me press,

And I know their craft and power:

Lord, Thy lamb can never be

Safe one moment, but with Thee.

O Lord Jesus, let me not

'Mid the ravening wolves e'er fall,

Help me as a shepherd ought,

That I may escape them all:

Bear me homeward in Thy breast,

To Thy fold of endless rest.

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