Christ allowed himself to be nailed to the cross meekly like a little lamb.

Little Lamb, who made thee?
Does thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life and big thee feed,
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wooly, bright;
Give thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Little Lamb, I'll tell thee
Little Lamb, I'll tell thee!
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb.
He is meek and he is mild,
He became a little child:
I a child and thou a lamb,
We are cllaed by his name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee,
Little Lamb, God bless thee*

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