“His own,” how sweet the portion
His people thence can claim;
Though in the world, not of it,
Their’s is no earthly name.
“His own,” how loved and tended,
How cared for, shepherded;
How called and sealed and folded,
How tenderly they’re led!
“His own,” they long to see Thee,
“Chief Shepherd” of the sheep,
For whom the crown of glory,
Thy ceaseless love doth keep;
‘Tis not the crown they watch for,
“His own” the Lord will claim,
The sharers of His glory,
They’ll praise His matchless Name.