Savior, Who Thy Flock Art Feeding

1 Savior, who Thy flock art feeding With the Shepherd's kindest care, All the feeble gently leading, While the lambs Thy bosom share.

2 Now, these little ones receiving, Fold them in Thy gracious arm; There, we know, Thy Word believing, Only there secure from harm.

3 Never, from Thy pasture roving, Let them be the lion's prey; Let Thy tenderness, so loving, Keep them through life's dang'rous way.

4 Then within Thy fold eternal Let them find a resting place, Feed in pastures ever vernal, Drink the rivers of Thy grace.