Where is the flock that I gave you,
Your beautiful, priceless flock?
Have you led them up to the mountain
For a drink from the smitten Rock?
Have you fed them in lush, green valleys
Far from the alleys of sin,
Where the youngest can feed on the tender grass
And enjoy a chat with Him?
Don’t be an “idol shepherd”
Turning your flock from the Lord,
Directing their hearts and appetites
To things which He’s abhorred!
Feed by the tents of the shepherds,
Lead them to do the same,
That your flock may be for God’s glory
And never bring shame to His name.