CHRIST, now keep the little flock <br />Which Thou bad'st not to fear: <br />Childing women and old folk <br />And the little children dear. <br /> <br /> <br />In this night of Hell revealed <br />Call them that they run with Thee, <br />And come out in a green field <br />Where they gather round Thy knee. <br /> <br /> <br />All poor women that give suck, <br />All that are with child, lead Thou, <br />By the margins of a brook <br />Where is daisied peace enow. <br /> <br /> <br />Christ, remember now the sick; <br />Feeble knees and hanging head. <br />When they cry on Thee, come quick, <br />And their sickness shall be stayed. <br /> <br /> <br />Where Thou temperest the wind, <br />Where the drenching rains leave off, <br />When they run with Thee, O Kind! <br />Dear, they shall be well enough!<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-little-flock/
