Jesus is our Shepherd,
Wiping every tear;
Folded
in His bossom,
What have we to fear?
Only let us
follow,
Whither He doth lead,
To the thirsty desert,
Or the dewy mead.
Jesus is our Shepherd;
Well we know His voice,
How its
gentlest whisper
Makes our heart rejoice;
Even when He
chideth,
Tender is His tone;
None but He shall guide us;
We are His alone.
Jesus is our Shepherd.
For the sheep He bled;
Ev¡¦ry
lamb is sprinkled
With the blood He shed;
Then on each He
setteth
His own secret sign:
They that have My Spirit,
These, saith He, are Mine.
Jesus is our Shepherd,
Guarded by His arm,
Though the
wolves may raven,
None can do us harm;
When we tread
death¡¦s valley,
Dark with fearful gloom,
We will fear no
evil,
Victors o¡¦er the tomb.
