The Good Shepherd
See, Israel’s gentle Shepherd stands
With all engaging charms;
Hark, how He calls the tender lambs,
And folds them in His arms.
“Permit them to approach,” He cries,
“Nor scorn their humble name;
For ’twas to bless such souls as these
The Friend of sinners came.”
He’ll lead them to the heavenly streams,
Where living waters flow,
And guide them to the fruitful fields,
Where trees of knowledge grow.
The feeblest lamb amidst the flock
Shall be its Shepherd’s care;
While folded in the Saviour’s arms,
’Tis safe from every snare.
O am I made a lamb indeed,
Born of a heavenly power?
My soul from death must here be freed,
Or sink to rise no more.