Poor trembling lamb! Ah! who outside the fold
Hath bid thee stand, all weary as thou art?
Dangers around thee, and the bitter cold
Creeping and growing to thy inmost heart.
Who bid thee wait till some mysterious feeling,
Thou know’st not what, perchance may never know:
Shall find thee where in darkness thou art kneeling,
And fill thee with a rich and heavenly glow.
For miracles like this who bid thee wait?
Behold the Spirit and the Bride say, “Come.”
The tender Shepherd opens wide the gate,
And in His love would gently lead thee home.
Long years ago He left His home above,
The Shepherd died for Thee; believe His Word,
The work is finished, now receive His love,
And own thy Saviour, Jesus Christ the Lord.