I Met the Good Shepherd

Verse 1

I met the good shepherd Just now on the plain, As homeward he carried His lost one again; I marvelled how gently His burden he bore, And as he passed by me I knelt to adore.

Verse 2

O Shepherd, good shepherd, Thy wounds they are deep; The wolves have sore hurt thee In saving thy sheep. Thy raiment all over With crimson is dyed; And what is this wound They have made in thy side?

Verse 3

O Shepherd, good shepherd, And is it for me This grievous affliction Has fallen on thee? Thy wounds make me love thee, My heart shall be thine; With thee I will journey, My shepherd divine.