One day the Shepherd passed, and turning, said,
Come, follow me;
What wonder that in haste I rose,
So kind was He!
He led me through green pasture land,
By waters still;
With such a Guide, who would not follow,
Go where He will?
From out no other eye had ever beamed
Such love on me;
Good Shepherd, lead, and I will follow
Hard after Thee.
Black clouds were gathering on a blacker sky, the
World all so drear;
Upon the night wind rose the cry of
One in great fear.
Dear Lord, the darkness falls upon me,
I cannot see;
My feet are stumbling on the mountains,
Oh! succor me.
And soon there came a loving call in answer,
“Be not afraid;
Mine eye shall guide the blind ones, and the weary
Mine arm shall aid.”
None ever perished following Jesus fully,
No, never one;
The weakest lambs are carried in His bosom, and
Brought safely home.
M. Fraser/M.A. Sea.