Scripture Verse

He gathers the lambs in His arms and carries them close to His heart; He gently leads those that have young. Isaiah 40:11


Mary B. Eddy (1821–1910)

Words: Ma­ry B. Ed­dy, 1887.

Music: Guid­ance Ly­man F. Brack­ett, 1887 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Brack­ett (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Shepherd, show me how to go
O’er the hill­side steep,
How to ga­ther, how to sow,
How to feed Thy sheep.
I will list­en for Thy voice,
Lest my foot­steps stray;
I will fol­low and re­joice
All the rug­ged way.

Thou wilt bind the stub­born will,
Wound the cal­lous breast,
Make self right­eous­ness be still,
Break earth’s stu­pid rest.
Strangers on a bar­ren shore,
Laboring long and lone,
We would en­ter by the door,
And Thou know­est Thine own.

So, when day grows dark and cold,
Tear or tri­umph harms,
Lead Thy lamb­kins to the fold,
Take them in Thine arms.
Feed the hun­gry, heal the heart,
Till the morn­ing’s beam;
White as wool, ’ere they de­part,
Shepherd, wash them clean.