Shepherd! who with thine amorous sylvan songs
Who mad’st thy crook from the accursed tree,On which thy powerful arms were stretched so long!Lead me to mercy’s ever-flowing fountains;For thou my shepherd, guard, and guide shalt be ;I will obey thy voice, and wait to seeThy feet all beautiful upon the mountains.Hear, Shepherd! thou who for thy flock art dying,Oh, wash away these…