Tell me, my Sav­ior!
Where Thou dost feed Thy flock,
Resting be­side the rock,
Cool in the shade.
Why should I be as one
Turning aside alone,
Left, when Thy sheep have gone,
Where I have strayed?

Seek me, my Sav­ior!
For I have lost the way.
I will Thy voice ob­ey;
Speak to me here!
Help me to find the gate
Where all Thy chos­en wait;
Ere it shall be too late,
Oh, call me near!

Show me, my Sav­ior!
How I can grow like Thee;
Make me Thy child to be,
Taught from above;
Help me Thy smile to win;
Keep me safe fold­ed in,
Lest I should rove in sin,
Far from Thy love.