Classic Poem

Sheep of Christ's redeemed fold,
When their Shepherd calls them near,
Need not of his voice be told,
None but Christ can make them hear.

Follow me, the Saviour cries,
You on pastures green shall feed;
On your Shepherd fix your eyes,
He'll supply your ev'ry need.

Down they fit beneath his feet,
Soon as once they hear his voice;
All he says is music sweet,
All he wills becomes their choice.

He has mark'd them ev'ry one
With his own eternal name;
Though they wander up and down,
Still his care remains the same.

While the wolf, with wishful eye,
Overlooks the midnight fold,
Isr'el's Shepherd's always nigh,
Nor of one will loose his hold.

In the dark and cloudy day,
When the under shepherds saint,
Jesus marks the wand'rer's way,
Watchful over every saint.