Fear not, little flock, says the Savior divine
The Father has willed that the kingdom be thine
O soil not your garments with sin here below
My sheep and my lambs must be whiter than snow
Whiter than the snow
I long to be, dear Savior
Whiter than the snow
I long to be
Whiter than the snow
Whiter than the snow
Far whiter than snow, and as fair as the day
For Christ is the fountain to wash guilt away
O give Him, poor sinner, that burden of thine
And enter the fold with the ninety and nine
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Yon sheep, that was lost in the valley of sin
Was found by the Shepherd, who gathered him in;
With songs of thanksgiving the hills did resound
"My friends and my neghbors, the lost sheep is found."
Ride over temptation and cease your alarms
Your Shepherd is Jesus, your refuge His arms
He'll never forsake you, a Brother and Friend
But love you and save you in worlds without end
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