“He shall feed his flock like a shepherd.” Isa. 40. 11

C. Wesley   7s

Happy soul, that, free from harms,
Rests within his Shepherd’s arms!
Who his quiet shall molest?
Who shall violate his rest?

Jesus does his spirit bear,
Far removes each anxious care;
He who found the wandering sheep
Loves and still delights to keep.

Oh! that I might so believe;
Steadfastly to Jesus cleave;
Only on his love rely,
Smile at the destroyer nigh;

Free from sin and servile fear,
Feel the Saviour always near;
All his care rejoice to prove,
All the blessings of his love!

Shepherd, seek thy wandering sheep;
Bring me back, and lead, and keep;
Take on thee my every care;
Bear me, in thy bosom bear.

Let me know thy gentle voice,
More and more in thee rejoice;
From thy fulness grace receive;
Ever in thy Spirit live.

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