Seeing I am Jesus' lamb,

Ever glad at heart I am

O'er my Shepherd kind and good,

Who provides me daily food,

And His lamb by name doth call,

For He knows and loves us all.

Guided by His gentle staff

Where the sunny pastures laugh,

I go in and out and feed,

Lacking nothing that I need;

When I thirst my feet He brings

To the fresh and living springs.

Must I not rejoice for this?

He is mine, and I am His,

And when these bright days are past,

Safely in His arms at last

He will bear me home to heaven;

Ah what joy hath Jesus given!