A Visit To Bircham Mill

We had a lovely family day out on Saturday – including a visit to Bircham Mill.

As well as the mill, we saw lots of animals including sheep, the Shepherd’s Hut [below] and also Wild Thyme Cottage – a farm labourer's home. The latter was full of Scripture texts. It reminded me of an old hymn [in Wild Thyme Cottage there was a harmonium, with a copy of Sankey’s Hymnal]

There were ninety and nine that safely lay
In the shelter of the fold.
But one was out on the hills away,
Far off from the gates of gold.
Away on the mountains wild and bare.
Away from the tender Shepherd’s care.

“Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine;
Are they not enough for Thee?”
But the Shepherd made answer: “This of Mine
Has wandered away from Me;
And although the road be rough and steep,
I go to the desert to find My sheep.”

But none of the ransomed ever knew
How deep were the waters crossed;
Nor how dark was the night the Lord passed through
Ere He found His sheep that was lost.
Out in the desert He heard its cry,
Sick and helpless and ready to die.

“Lord, whence are those blood drops all the way
That mark out the mountain’s track?”
“They were shed for one who had gone astray
Ere the Shepherd could bring him back.”
“Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent and torn?”
“They are pierced tonight by many a thorn.”

And all through the mountains thunder riven

And up from the rocky steep,
There arose a glad cry to the gate of Heaven,
“Rejoice! I have found My sheep!”
And the angels echoed around the throne,
“Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!”

Text hanging in the Farm Labourer’s Cottage