1 Savior, who Thy flock art feeding
With the shepherd's kindest care,
All the feeble gently leading,
While the lambs Thy bosom share.
2 Now, these little ones receiving,
Fold them in Thy gracious arm;
There we know, Thy word believing,
Only there secure from harm.
3 Never, from Thy pasture roving
Let them be the lion's prey;
Let Thy tenderness, so loving,
Keep them thro' life's dangerous way.
4 Then, within Thy fold eternal,
Let them find a resting-place,
Feed in pastures ever vernal
Drink the rivers of Thy grace.
Amen.
Source: Hymns for the Living Church #217