Fear Not, Little Flock

Verse 1

There is a little lonely fold, Whose flock one Shepherd keeps, Through summer’s heat and winter’s cold, With eye that never sleeps.

Verse 2

By evil beast, or burning sky, Or damp of midnight air, Not one in all that flock shall die Beneath that Shepherd’s care.

Verse 3

For if, unheeding or beguiled, In danger’s path they roam, His pity follows through the wild And guards them safely home.

Verse 4

O gentle Shepherd, still behold Thy helpless charge in me; And take a wanderer to Thy fold That trembling turns to Thee.