O Shepherd of the Nameless Fold

O Shepherd of the name­less fold

The bless­èd Church to be

Our hearts with love and long­ing turn

To find their rest in Thee;

Thy king­dom come

its heav’n­ly walls

Unseen around us rise

And deep in lov­ing hu­man hearts

Its broad foun­da­tions rise.

O ho­ly king­dom

hap­py fold

The bless­èd Church to be

Our hearts in love and wor­ship turn

To find them­selves in thee!

Thy bounds are known to God alone

For they are set above;

The length

the breadth

the height are one

And mea­sured by His love.