Jesus Is Our Shepherd (Stowell)

Jesus is our shep­herd

Wiping ev­ery tear;

Folded in His bo­som

What have we to fear?

Only let us fol­low

Whither He doth lead

To the thirs­ty de­sert

Or the dewy mead.

Jesus is our shep­herd;

Well we know His voice;

How its gen­tle whis­per

Makes our heart re­joice!

Even when He chid­eth

Tender is His tone;

None but He shall guide us;

We are His alone.

Jesus is our shep­herd;

For the sheep He bled;

Every lamb is sprink­led

With the blood He shed;

Then on earth He set­teth

His own sec­ret sign;

They that have My Spir­it

These

saith He

are Mine.

Jesus is our shep­herd;

Guarded by His arm

Though the wolves may ra­ven

None can do us harm;

When we tread death’s val­ley

Dark with fear­ful gloom

We will fear no ev­il

Victors o’er the tomb.