HYMNS
17
“Feed My Sheep”
Shepherd, show me how to go |
O'er the hillside steep, |
How to gather, how to sow, — |
How to feed Thy sheep; |
I will listen for Thy voice. |
Lest my footsteps stray; |
I will follow and rejoice |
All the rugged way. |
Thou wilt bind the stubborn will, |
Wound the callous breast. |
Make self-righteousness be still, |
Break earth's stupid rest. |
Strangers on a barren shore. |
Laboring long and lone — |
We would enter by the door, |
And Thou know'st Thine own. |
So, when day grows dark and cold, |
Tear or triumph harms. |
Lead Thy lambkins to the fold. |
Take them in Thine arms; |
Feed the hungry, heal the heart, |
Till the morning's beam; |
White as wool, ere they depart — |
Shepherd, wash them clean. |