Our Heavenly Shepherd

When life’s lit­tle day is end­ed

And the shades of ev­en­ing fall

Then

as lambs that know their shep­herd

We shall hear the Mas­ter’s call.

In the fold of Heav­en ga­thered

We shall rest se­cure for aye;

There no dan­ger e’er shall en­ter

And not one shall go as­tray.

Like the lambs that know their shep­herd

We shall hear the Mas­ter’s call

When life’s lit­tle day is end­ed

And the shades of ev­en­ing fall.

How bless­èd to hear Him call­ing

Softly at the close of day;

Searching ten­der­ly for the care­less

That not one shall go as­tray.

O how sweet to pass se­cure­ly

An eter­nal life above

In the pre­sence of our Shep­herd

And pro­tect­ed by His love.

There is not an earth­ly shep­herd

Half so good and kind as He;

And no shep­herd’s love so ten­der

As His love for you and me;

And no shep­herd’s voice so gen­tle

Calling to His earth­ly sheep

As the Sav­ior’s

when He sweet­ly

Giveth His be­lov­èd sleep.