Shepherd of ten­der youth,
Guiding in love and truth
Through de­vi­ous ways;
Christ our tri­um­phant king,
We come Thy name to sing
And here our child­ren bring
To join Thy praise.

Thou art our ho­ly Lord,
O all sub­du­ing Word,
Healer of strife.
Thou didst Thy­self abase
That from sin’s deep dis­grace
Thou might­est save our race
And give us life.

Thou art the great high priest;
Thou hast pre­pared the feast
Of ho­ly love;
And in our mor­tal pain,
None calls on Thee in vain;
Help Thou dost not dis­dain,
Help from above.

Ever be Thou our guide,
Our shep­herd and our pride,
Our staff and song;
Jesus, Thou Christ of God,
By Thine en­dur­ing Word
Lead us where Thou hast trod,
Make our faith strong.

So now, and till we die,
Sound we Thy prais­es high
And joyful sing;
Infants and the glad throng
Who to Thy Church be­long,
Unite to swell the song
To Christ, our king.