When life’s lit­tle day is end­ed,
And the shades of ev­en­ing fall,
Then, as lambs that know their shep­herd,
We shall hear the Mas­ter’s call.
In the fold of Hea­ven ga­thered,
We shall rest se­cure for aye;
There no dan­ger e’er shall en­ter,
And not one shall go as­tray.

Refrain

Like the lambs that know their shep­herd,
We shall hear the Mas­ter’s call,
When life’s lit­tle day is end­ed,
And the shades of ev­en­ing fall.

How bless­èd to hear Him call­ing,
Softly at the close of day;
Searching ten­der­ly for the care­less,
That not one shall go as­tray.
O how sweet to pass se­cure­ly
An eter­nal life above,
In the pre­sence of our Shep­herd,
And pro­tect­ed by His love.

Refrain

There is not an earth­ly shep­herd
Half so good and kind as He;
And no shep­herd’s love so ten­der
As His love for you and me;
And no shep­herd’s voice so gen­tle,
Calling to His earth­ly sheep,
As the Sav­ior’s, when He sweet­ly
Giveth His be­lov­èd sleep.

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