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The Book of Praise.
And oh ! when through the wilds we roam That part us from our heavenly home ; When, lost in danger, want, and woe, Our faithless tears begin to flow ; Do Thou the gracious comfort give, By which alone the soul may live ; And grant Thy servants, Lord, we pray, The bread of life from day to day!
Bishop Reginald Heber. 1827.
Jesus, the Shepherd of the sheep,
Thy little flock in safety keep,
The flock for which Thou cam'st from Heaver
The flock for which Thy life was given.
Thou saw'st them wandering far from Thee Secure, as if from danger free ; Thy love did all their wanderings trace, And brought them to a wealthy place.
O guard Thy sheep from beasts of prey, And guide them that they never stray ; Cherish the young, sustain the old, Let none be feeble in Thy fold !
Secure them from the scorching beam. And lead them to the living stream ; In verdant pastures let them lie, And watch them with a Shepherd's eye !
Oh, may Thy sheep discern Thy voice. And in its sacred sound rejoice ; From strangers may they ever flee, And know no other guide but Thee !