See Israel’s Gentle Shepherd Stand

See Is­ra­el’s gen­tle shep­herd stand

With all-en­gag­ing charms;

Hark how He calls the ten­der lambs

And folds them in His arms!

Permit them to ap­proach

He cries

Nor scorn their hum­ble name;

For ’twas to bless such souls as these

The Lord of an­gels came.

We bring them

Lord

in thank­ful hands

And yield them up to Thee;

Joyful that we our­selves are Thine

Thine let our off­spring be.

Ye lit­tle flock

with plea­sure hear;

Ye child­ren

seek His face

And fly with trans­port to re­ceive

The bless­ings of His grace.

If or­phans they are left be­hind

Thy guard­ian care we trust

That care shall heal our bleed­ing hearts

While weep­ing o’er their dust.