Saviour, who Thy flock art feeding With the Shepherd's kindest care, All the feeble gently leading, While the lambs Thy bosom share :
2. Now, these little ones receiving, Fold them in Thy gracious arm ; There, we know, Thy word believing, They are all secure from harm.
3. Never, from Thy pasture roving, Let them be the lion's prey; Let Thy tenderness, so loving, Keep them through life's dangerous way.
4. Then within Thy fold eternal Let them find a resting-place; Feed in pastures ever vernal, Drink the rivers of Thy grace.