Jesus Is Our Shepherd

Jesus is our Shepherd, Wiping ev'ry tear; Folded in His bosom, What have we to fear? Only let us follow Whither He doth lead, To the thirsty desert Or the dewy mead.

Jesus is our Shepherd; Well we know His voice; How its gentle whisper Make our heart rejoice! Even when He chideth, Tender is His tone; None but He shall guide us; We are His alone.

Jesus is our Shepherd: For the sheep He bled; Every lamb is sprinkled With the blood He shed: Then on each He setteth His own secret sign; "They that have My Spirit, These," saith He, "are mine."

Jesus is our Shepherd; Guarded by His arm, Though the wolves may raven, None can do us harm: When we tread death's valley, Dark with fearful gloom, We will fear no evil, Victors o'er the tomb.