Scripture Verse

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

Introduction

Words: Charles Wes­ley, Hymns and Sac­red Po­ems 1749.

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

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If you know where to get a good pho­to of Gilbert (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?

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Charles Wesley
(1707–1788)

Anecdote

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

Lyrics

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!