See the kind Shepherd Jesus stands,
With all engaging charms;
Hark, how He calls the tender lambs,
And folds them in His arms.
Permit them to approach, He cries,
Nor scorn their humble name,
For ‘twas to bless such souls as these
The Lord of glory came.
The feeblest lamb amidst the flock
Shall have its shepherd’s care,
While folded in the Saviour’s arms
‘Tis safe from every snare.