The Shepherd of our souls;
Who bore our sins upon the tree
To heal and make us whole.
You left the ninety-nine;
The sinner on Your shoulders bore;
Earth’s joy and heaven’s combine!
Good Shepherd, we give thanks;
You know our names—as we Your voice—
And hold us in Your hands.
To be one flock divine;
Our Shepherd, Door, our Pasture too,
Through You real rest we find.
You guide us all the way
To springs of waters, founts of life;
Each tear You wipe away.
How faithful is Your care—
Inclusive, gentle, rich, and strong,
Both present and fore’er.
With tenderest concern;
To feed Your sheep, to nurse Your lambs,
Of You we all will learn.
With You, Chief Shepherd dear;
A crown of glory we’ll receive,
The hour when You appear.