I am Je­sus’ lit­tle lamb,
Ever glad at heart I am;
For my shep­herd gent­ly guides me,
Knows my need, and well pro­vides me,
Loves me ev­ery day the same,
Even calls me by my name.

Day by day, at home, away,
Jesus is my staff and stay.
When I hun­ger, Je­sus feeds me,
Into plea­sant pas­tures leads me;
When I thirst, He bids me go
Where the qui­et wa­ters flow.

Who so hap­py as I am,
Even now the Shep­herd’s lamb?
And when my short life is end­ed,
By His an­gel host at­tend­ed,
He shall fold me to His breast,
There with­in His arms to rest.