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When He putteth forth His own sheep He goeth before them	A
St John x	B
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Addressed to Candidates for Ordination	C
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Lord in Thy field I work all day	D
I read I teach I warn I pray	D
And yet these wilful wandering sheep	E
Within Thy fold I cannot keep	E
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I journey yet no step is won	C
Alas the weary course I run	C
Like sailors shipwrecked in their dreams	F
All powerless and benighted seems	F
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What wearied out with half a life	G
Scared with this smooth unbloody strife	G
Think where thy coward hopes had flown	H
Had Heaven held out the martyr's crown	I
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How couldst thou hang upon the cross	J
To whom a weary hour is loss	J
Or how the thorns and scourging brook	K
Who shrinkest from a scornful look	K
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Yet ere thy craven spirit faints	J
Hear thine own King the King of Saints	J
Though thou wert toiling in the grave	L
'Tis He can cheer thee He can save	L
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He is th' eternal mirror bright	M
Where Angels view the FATHER'S light	M
And yet in Him the simplest swain	N
May read his homely lesson plain	N
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Early to quit His home on earth	O
And claim His high celestial birth	O
Alone with His true Father found	P
Within the temple's solemn round	P
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Yet in meek duty to abide	Q
For many a year at Mary's side	Q
Nor heed though restless spirits ask	R
What hath the Christ forgot His task	R
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Conscious of Deity within	S
To bow before an heir of sin	S
With folded arms on humble breast	T
By His own servant washed and blest	T
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Then full of Heaven the mystic Dove	U
Hovering His gracious brow above	U
To shun the voice and eye of praise	J
And in the wild His trophies raise	J
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With hymns of angels in His ears	J
Back to His task of woe and tears	J
Unmurmuring through the world to roam	V
With not a wish or thought at home	V
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All but Himself to heal and save	L
Till ripened for the cross and grave	L
He to His Father gently yield	W
The breath that our redemption sealed	W
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Then to unearthly life arise	J
Yet not at once to seek the skies	J
But glide awhile from saint to saint	X
Lest on our lonely way we faint	X
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And through the cloud by glimpses show	Y
How bright in Heaven the marks will glow	Y
Of the true cross imprinted deep	E
Both on the Shepherd and the sheep	E
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When out of sight in heart and prayer	Z
Thy chosen people still to bear	Z
And from behind Thy glorious veil	A2
Shed light that cannot change or fail	A2
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This is Thy pastoral course O LORD	B2
Till we be saved and Thou adored	B2
Thy course and ours but who are they	D
Who follow on the narrow way	D
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And yet of Thee from year to year	C2
The Church's solemn chant we hear	D2
As from Thy cradle to Thy throne	H
She swells her high heart cheering tone	H
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Listen ye pure white robed souls	J
Whom in her list she now enrolls	J
And gird ye for your high emprize	J
By these her thrilling minstrelsies	J
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And wheresoe'er in earth's wide field	W
Ye lift for Him the red cross shield	W
Be this your song your joy and pride	Q
Our Champion went before and died	Q

John Keble

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