1 Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds,
Dismiss your anxious cares;
Look to the Shepherd of your souls,
And smile away your fears.
2 Though wolves and lions prowl around,
His staff is your defense;
'Midst sands and rocks your Shepherd's voice
Calls streams and pastures thence.
3 Your Father will a Kingdom give,
And give it with delight;
His feeblest child his love shall call
To triumph in his sight.
4 Ten thousand praises, Lord, we bring
For sure supports like these;
And o'er the pious dead we sing
Thy living promises.
5 For all we hope, and they enjoy,
We bless a Savior's name;
Nor shall that stroke disturb the songs,
Which breaks this mortal frame.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791
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