Sheep and Lambs

ALL in the April morning,

April airs were abroad,

The sheep with their little lambs

Pass’d me by on the road.

The sheep with their little lambs

Pass’d me by on the road;

All in an April evening

I thought on the Lamb of God.

The lambs were weary and crying

With a weak human cry,

I thought on the Lamb of God

Going meekly to die.

Up in the blue, blue mountains

Dewy pastures are sweet:

Rest for the little bodies,

Rest for the little feet.

Rest for the Lamb of God

Up on the hill-top green,

Only a cross of shame

Two stark crosses between.

All in the April evening,

April airs were abroad;

I saw the sheep with their lambs,

And thought on the Lamb of God.