To Praise Our Shepherd’s Care

To praise our shep­herd’s care

His wis­dom

love

and might

Your loud­est

lof­ti­est songs pre­pare

And bid the world unite.

Supremely good and great

He tends His blood-bought fold;

He stoops

though throned in high­est state

The feeb­lest to up­hold.

He hears their soft­est plaint;

He sees them when they roam;

And if His mean­est lamb should faint

His bo­som bears it home.

Kind Shep­herd of the sheep!

A wea­ry flock are we;

And snares and foes are nigh; but keep

The lambs who look to Thee.

And if through death’s dark vale

Our feet should ear­ly tread

Oh

may we reach Thy fold

and hail

The love which us hath led!