Ye Little Flock Whom Jesus Feeds

Ye lit­tle flock whom Je­sus feeds

Dismiss your anx­ious cares;

Look to the Shep­herd of your souls

And smile away your fears.

Though wolves and li­ons prowl around

His staff is your de­fense;

’Midst sands and rocks

your shep­herd’s voice

Calls streams and pas­tures thence.

Your Fa­ther will a king­dom give

And give it with de­light;

His feeb­lest child His love shall call

To tri­umph in His sight.

Ten thou­sand prais­es

Lord

we bring

For sure sup­ports like these;

And o’er the pi­ous dead we sing

Thy liv­ing pro­mis­es.