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away on the mountains: they have gone from mountain to hill, they have forgotten their restingplace” (Jer. 50:6).
ly people hath been lost sheep: their shepherds have caused them to go astray, they have turned them
THE HIRELING SHEPHERD B y D orothy B. P olsue
No rod and no staff to comfort My own, When danger and foes appear. The storm winds blow and the night has grown dark— A cry of distress I can hear. The hireling shepherd has scattered My sheep— I go to gather My own. To pastures green, I will bring them back And back to their well loved home. The weak and the blind, I will gently lead, For the ilight is dark and cold., My lambs I will carry, and guide My flock, Safe back to their sheltering fold.
The hireling shepherd has scattered My sheep; I call, but they come no more. They drift alone through the wilderness, Weary, and wounded, and sore. Far out on the mountain, rugged and steep; Far out where the night is cold. They roam where pastures are withered and brown; They sleep in no sheltering fold. The hireling shepherd has scattered My sheep. They drink no more at their pool; They feed no more in their pastures green, Nor lie where the shade is cool.
“ And I will bring Israel again to his habitation, and he shall feed on Carmel and Ba- shan, and his soul shall be satisfied upon mount Ephraim and Gilead” (Jer. 50:19).
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