Jesus, great Shep­herd of the sheep,
To Thee for help we fly;
Thy lit­tle flock in safe­ty keep,
For O! the wolf is nigh.

He comes of hell­ish ma­lice full,
To scat­ter, tear and slay;
He seiz­es ev­ery strag­gling soul,
As his own law­ful prey.

Us in­to Thy pro­tect­ion take,
And ga­ther with Thine arm;
Unless the fold we first for­sake,
The wolf can nev­er harm.

We laugh to scorn his cru­el pow­er,
While by our shep­herd’s side;
The sheep he nev­er can de­vour
Unless he first di­vide.

O do not suf­fer him to part
The souls that here agree;
But make us of one mind and heart,
And keep us one in Thee!

Together let us sweet­ly live,
Together let us die;
And each a star­ry crown re­ceive,
And reign above the sky.

Keep us till then in per­fect peace,
And call us each to prove
An end­less age of heav­en­ly bliss,
An end­less age of love.