The Good Shepherd
Green pastures and clear streams,
Freedom and quiet rest,
Christ’s flock enjoy, beneath His beams,
Or in His shadow blest.
Secure amidst alarms
From violence or snares,
The lambs He gathers in His arms
And in His bosom bears.
The wounded and the weak
He comforts, heals, and binds;
The lost He came from heaven to seek,
And saves them when He finds.
Conflicts and trials done,
His glory they behold,
Where Jesus and His flock are one,
One Shepherd and one fold.
When the last trump shall sound,
And graves break up their sleep,
At His right hand they will be found,
They are His chosen sheep.