All In the April Evening

All in the April evening,
April airs were abroad.
The sheep with their little lambs
Passed me by on the road.
The sheep with their little lambs
Passed me by on the road;
All in the April evening,
I though on the Lamb og 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.
But for the Lamb, the Lamb of God
Upon the hilltop green,
Only a cross, 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.



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Writer(s): Hugh Stevenson Roberton
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