All In An April Evening

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.