Medicine for the Sick in Heart

boy with sheep“My God, my Father!  Blissful Name!  O may I call Thee Mine?

May I, with sweet assurance claim a portion so Divine?

This only can my fears control and bid my sorrows fly;

What harm can ever reach the soul beneath my Father’s eye?

 

 

This God is the God the sheep adore, our faithful, unchangeable Friend,

Whose Love is as great as His Power, and neither knows measure nor end.”

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