Ye little flock whom Jesus feeds,
Dismiss your anxious fears;
Look to the Shepherd of your souls,
And smile away your tears,
Though wolves and lions prowl around,
His staff is your defense,
’Mid sands and rocks your Shepherd’s voice,
Calls streams and pastures thence.
Your Father will a kingdom give,
And give it with delight.
His feeblest child His love shall call,
To triumph in His sight.
A house of many mansions where
His love will banish grief,
To sit with joy at God’s own throne,
And know eternal peace.