1 Ye little Flock, whom JESUS feeds,
Dismiss your anxious Cares;
Look to the Shepherd of your Souls,
And smile away your Fears.
2 Tho' Wolves and Lions prowl around,
His Staff is your Defence:
'Midst Sands and Rocks your Shepherd's Voice
Calls Streams and Pastures thence.
3 Your Father will a Kingdom give,
And give it with Delight;
His feeblest Child his Love shall call
To triumph in his Sight.
4 Ten Thousand Praises, Lord, we bring
For sure Supports like these;
And o'er the pious Dead we Sing
Thy living Promises.
5 For all we Hope, and they enjoy,
We bless a Saviour's Name;
Nor Shall that Stroke disturb the Songs,
Which breaks this mortal Frame.
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First Line: | Ye little Flock, whom JESUS feeds |
Title: | Fear not, it is your Father's good Pleasure to give you the Kingdom |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Topic: | liturgical: Songs of Response; Invitation to Praise and Repentance |