His Flock the Heav’nly Shepherd Feeds

His flock the heav’n­ly Shep­herd feeds

By purl­ing streams in flow­ery meads;

He guards them both by night and day

And guides them lest they go as­tray.

Or if by Sa­tan’s wiles mis­led

They in for­bid­den paths should tread

He time­ly warns them of their sin

And turns their wan­der­ing feet again.

In dan­ger He is al­ways nigh

No ev­il can es­cape His eye;

He calls His sheep

He knows their names

And gent­ly leads the ten­der lambs.

Beneath the sha­dow of a rock

From scorch­ing suns He screens His flock;

And should the prowl­ing wolf ap­pear

They still are safe

for Christ is there.