Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds

Verse 1

Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds, Dismiss your anxious cares; Look to the shepherd of your souls, And smile away your fears.

Verse 2

Tho' wolves and lions prowl around, His staff is your defence: ’Midst sands and rocks your shepherd’s voice Calls streams and pastures thence.

Verse 3

Your Father will a kingdom give, And give it with delight: His feeblest child his love shall call To triumph in his sight.

Verse 4

Ten thousand praises, Lord, we bring For sure supports like these; And o’er the pious dead we sing Thy living promises.

Verse 5

For all we hope, and they enjoy We bless a Saviour's name; Nor shall that stroke disturb the song, Which breaks this mortal frame.