The Good Shepherd

1 When the weary tasks of the day are done,
And our spirits welcome the setting sun,
In the twilight hush, lo!
The good Shepherd stands, calling, calling:

Refrain:
I am the door, I am the door;
You are bruised, ye are thirsty;
Come, be healed and refreshed,
And go in and out, and find pasture.

2 Oh, the path was rough, and our hearts are sore,
For we lost the way, with the load we bore;
Blessed shadows, fall, for
The good Shepherd stands, calling, calling: [Refrain]

3 Oh, the blinding dust and the cruel thorn!
Is there room for such a torn, blackened form?
Hark! I hear my name, for
The good Shepherd stands, calling, calling: [Refrain]

4 Oh, He knows the thorns, for they pierced His brow,
Yet He loved men then, and He loves us now,
Spite of stain and sin: still
The good Shepherd stands, calling, calling: [Refrain]

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #13135

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #13135