Text: | Christ knows and keeps his Sheep |
Author: | Doddridge |
1 My soul, with joy attend,
While Jesus silence breaks;
No angel’s harp such music yields
As what my Shepherd speaks.
2 “I know my sheep,” he cries;
“My soul approves them well;
Vain is the treacherous world’s disguise,
And vain the rage of hell.
3 “I freely feed them now
With tokens of my love.
But richer pastures I prepare,
And sweeter streams above.
4 “Unnumbered years of bliss
I to my sheep will give;
And while my throne unshaken stands,
Shall all my chosen live.
5 “This tried almighty hand
Is raised for their defence;
Where is the power can reach them there,
Or what can force them thence?”
6 Enough, my gracious Lord,
Let faith triumphant cry;
My heart can on this promise live;
Can on this promise die.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | My soul, with joy attend |
Title: | Christ knows and keeps his Sheep |
Author: | Doddridge |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Perseverance |