“The Lord is my shepherd."
O BLESSED Lord, thy feeble sheep
Are passing through the desert now,
With thee alone our souls to keep,
Our only hope, our Shepherd thou!
Then bid us all within the light
Of that benignant gracious eye,
Awake, asleep, by day and night,
Still love to feel thee ever nigh.
May we, O Lord, since we are thine,
Dwell in thy love, and gaze and see
Thy bleeding wounds, thy grace divine,
'Till self is lost in loving thee.