He shall feed His flock like a shepherd: He shall gather the lambs with His arm, and carry them in His bosom.@Isaiah 40:11

Charles Wesley, Hymns and Sacred Poems 1749.

Dr. Benjamin Gregory says, ‘I was brought up in the firmest faith that if I died trusting in Christ, and striving to love and serve Him, I should most surely go to heaven. This faith was much confirmed by the account often given me of the last hours of my little sister Rachel, who died before I was born. When told that she was dying she betrayed no tremor; but looking up to heaven, she said, in her own infant speech—

O that I at last may stand
With the sheep at Thy right hand.’

Telford, p. 251

Maidstone Walter B. Gilbert, 1865 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Charles Wesley (1707-1788)

Happy soul, that, free from harms,
Rests within his Shepherd’s arms!
Who his quiet shall molest?
Who shall violate his rest?
Jesus doth his spirit bear;
Jesus takes his every care;
He who found the wandering sheep,
Jesus, still delights to keep.

O that I might so believe,
Steadfastly to Jesus cleave;
On His only love rely,
Smile at the destroyer nigh;
Free from sin and servile fear,
Have my Jesus ever near;
All His care rejoice to prove,
All His paradise of love!

Jesus, seek Thy wandering sheep;
Bring me back, and lead, and keep;
Take on Thee my every care;
Bear me, on Thy bosom bear;
Let me know my Shepherd’s voice;
More and more in Thee rejoice;
More and more of Thee receive;
Ever in Thy spirit live.

Live, till all Thy life I know,
Perfect, through my Lord, below;
Gladly then from earth remove,
Gathered to the fold above;
O that I at last may stand,
With the sheep at Thy right hand;
Take the crown so freely given,
Enter in by Thee to Heaven!