Tell Me My Savior Where Thou Dost Feed T


Tell me, my Savior! where Thou dost feed Thy flock,
Resting beside the rock, cool in the shade.
Why should I be as one turning aside alone,
Left, when Thy sheep have gone, where I have strayed?

Seek me, my Savior! for I have lost the way.
I will Thy voice obey; speak to me here!
Help me to find the gate where all Thy chosen wait;
Ere it shall be too late, oh, call me near!

Show me, my Savior! how I can grow like Thee;
Make me Thy child to be, taught from above;
Help me Thy smile to win; keep me safe folded in,
Lest I should rove in sin, far from Thy love.