Savior, Who Thy flock art feeding

Verse 1

Savior, who Thy flock art feeding With the shepherd's kindest care, All the feeble gently leading, While the lambs Thy bosom share.

Verse 2

Now, these little ones receiving, Fold them in Thy gracious arm; There we know, Thy word believing, Only there secure from harm.

Verse 3

Never, from Thy pasture roving Let them be the lion's prey; Let Thy tenderness, so loving, Keep them thro' life's dangerous way.

Verse 4

Then, within Thy fold eternal, Let them find a resting-place, Feed in pastures ever vernal Drink the rivers of Thy grace.

Verse 5

Amen.