1 Hark! the gentle Shepherd now is calling,
Calling to each tender lamb,
On my ear his accents kind are falling,
Yes, he even speaks my name.
Chorus:
Yes, poor wand'ring one, I long have sought thee,
And with precious blood have dearly bought thee,
Follow me where e'er I lead,
And thou ne'er shalt suffer need.
2 From the bright, the blessed fields of glory,
Ne'er by hurtful creature crossed,
Over mountains rugged, rough and thorny
I come forth to seek the lost.
Chorus:
Yes, poor wand'ring one, I long have sought thee,
And with precious blood have dearly bought thee;
Follow me where e'er I lead,
And thou ne'er shalt suffer need.
3 I will lead thee to those fields of glory,
To those bright and blissful plains,
Where no want or pain shall e'er come o'er thee;
Where perpetual summer reigns.
Chorus:
Yes, poor wand'ring one, I long have sought thee,
And with precious blood have dearly bought me;
Follow me where e'er I lead,
And thou ne'er shalt suffer need.
4 Gentle Shepherd, I rejoice to hear thee,
But can ne'er thy love repay,
Yes I henceforth fain would follow near thee,
And thy kindly voice obey.
Chorus:
O I thank thee that thou thus hast sought me,
That with precious blood thou'st dearly bought me;
Shepherd, I thy lamb would be,
Help me, and I'll follow thee.
Source: The Little Sower for Sabbath Schools #42