When the little lambs are roving,
Over hillsides bleak and bare,
Into pastures green the shepherd
Guides them by his tender care;
Jesus, Shepherd, guide our footsteps
Thro’ the rough and rugged way;
Lead us into pleasant pastures,
May we never from Thee stray.
When the little lambs are thirsting
For the font where grasses grow,
To the spring the shepherd leads them
Where the sparkling waters flow;
Jesus, Shepherd, gently lead us
To the fountain flowing free,
Where for all the world is given,
Life and love eternally.
When the lamb has strayed and fallen,
And he hears the cry of pain,
Then the shepherd binds its bruises,
Gives new life and strength again;
Jesus, Shepherd, heal the bruises
Made by sin whene’er we fall;
Into Thy good care and keeping
May we give ourselves, our all.