There’s a wee lammie lyin’ In our fauld sleepin’, A bonnie lifeless lamb, But its soul is in guid keepin’. It never saw the licht O’ this weary warl’ wc live in ; It cam’ to gie relief, An’ gaed back again to heaven. There's a lamb-bereaved sheep In oor fauld sighin’; Oh, lovin’ Father keep Oor hearts frae envyiu’ The dear kind shepherd o’ What he thochtna fit to gie us ; It is better wi’ Himsel’ Than it ever could be wi’ us. We hae four lammies still, God will forhame prepare them ; He never sends us trials, But sends us strength to bear them. He loves the mither sheep, Will to health again restore her : An’ through a’ her journey here, Bo o’ love the banner o’er her. Geokge Watson.
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Ashburton Guardian, Ashburton Guardian, Volume I, Issue 25, 22 November 1879
Still-Born. Ashburton Guardian, Volume I, Issue 25, 22 November 1879
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