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.