1 Tell me, my Saviour!
Where thou dost feed thy flock,
Resting beside the rock,
Cool in the shade:
Why should I be as one
Turning aside alone,
Left, when thy sheep have gone,
Where I have strayed?
2 Seek me, my Saviour!
For I have lost the way:
I will thy voice obey;
Speak to me here!
Help me to find the gate
Where all thy chosen wait:
Ere it shall be too late,
Oh, call me near!
3 Show me, my Saviour!
How I can grow like thee;
Make me thy child to be,
Taught from above;
Help me thy smile to win;
Keep me safe folded in,
Lest I should rove in sin,
Far from thy love.