Savior, who thy flock art feeding,

With the shepherd's kindest care,

All the feeble gently leading,

While the lambs thy bosom share:

Now, these little ones receiving,

Fold them in thy gracious arm;

There we know, thy word believing,

Only there secure from harm.

Never from thy pasture roving

Let them be the lion's prey;

Let thy tenderness, so loving,

Keep them all life's dangerous way.

Then, within thy fold eternal,

Let them find a resting-place;

Feed in pastures ever vernal,

Drink the rivers of thy grace.

Amen.