Folded in His bosom, what have we to fear!
Only let us follow whither He doth lead,
To the thirsty desert, or the dewy mead.
2 Jesus is our Shepherd: well we know His voice,
How its gentlest whisper makes our heart rejoice;
Even when He chideth, tender is His tone :
None but He shall guide us; we are His tone,
3 Jesus is our Shepherd, for the sheep He bled;
Every lamb is sprinkled with the blood He shed;
Then on each He setteth His own secret sign :
They that have My Spirit, these, saith He, are Mine
4 Jesus is our Shepherd; guarded by His arm,
Though the wolves may ravin, none can do us harm :
When we tread death's valley, dark with fearful gloom,
We will fear no evil, victors o'er the tomb.