Tell Me Whom My Soul Doth Love

Tell me, whom my soul doth love,
Where Thy flock are feeding;
Where the pastures which they rove-
Thou their footsteps leading?

Tell me, sheltered from the heat,
Where at noon they rest them;
Where at night their safe retreat-
Fold, where none molest them?

Strong is Thy protecting arm;
Richly Thou providest;
Feeding, resting-kept from harm-
Blest the flock Thou guidest.

Noon and night be my defence;
Let no foe ensnare me;
Bring me to the Shepherd’s tents-
In Thy bosom bear me.