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 song,
Which breaks this mortal frame.
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First Line: | Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds |
Title: | The Shepherd's address to his fearful flock |
Author: | Doddridge |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | The Christian Life |
Notes: | Public Domain. |