M0:|c:C|m:4/4|a:Nils J. Holm (1778-1845); tr (st. 1): Carl Døving|h:Ludvig Mathias Lindeman (1812-1887)|t:EWS 351 How blessed is the little flock|r:86868886
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E1:How bles_sed is the lit_tle flock,/Whom Je_sus calls His own!/He is their Sa_vior and their rock,/They trust in Him a_lone;/They walk by faith and hope and love,/But they shall dwell with Him a_bove,/When hope and faith shall pass a_way,/And love shall last for aye.
E2:My Je_sus, am I in that band,/And wilt Thou call me Thine?/Do I a_mong the cho_sen stand/Whose lamps so bright_ly shine?/O let me not lie down to rest/Till this I know, my Sa_vior blest,/Till I can say, by grace re_stored:/Thou know'st I love Thee, Lord!
E3:And e_ven if with tears it be,/That this to Thee I say,/Yet Thou in grace wilt look on me/And wipe my tears a_way;/Yea, when but Thou who all dost know,/In me canst find Thy love be_low/And own me Thine, then well is me,--/My all I have in Thee.
