Pastoral

The shepherds sing; and shall I silent be?
My God, no hymn for Thee?
My soul's a shepherd too; a flock it feeds
Of thoughts, and words, and deeds
The pasture is Thy word: the streams, Thy grace
Enriching all the place

Shepherd and flock shall sing, and all my powers
Outsing the daylight hours
Then will we chide the sun for letting night
Take up his place and right:
We sing one common Lord; wherefore he should
Himself the candle hold

I will go searching, till I find a sun
Shall stay, till we have done;
A willing shiner, that shall shine as gladly
As frost_nipped suns look sadly

Then will wе sing, and shine all our own day
And one another pay:
His bеams shall cheer my breast, and both so twine
Till ev'n His beams sing, and my music shine