The Shep­herd now was smit­ten;
The wolf was ra­ven­ing near;
The scat­tered flock he threatened,
But knew not whose they were.

In zea­lous fu­ry seek­ing
To bind and cru­ci­fy,
A sud­den voice with­held him,
A loud and start­ling cry:

Saul! Saul! why blind­ly dar­ing
To per­se­cute thy Lord?
’Tis Je­sus whom thou hat­est,
Rebel not at My Word.

Then forth in pray­er he stretch­eth
Those hands pre­pared to slay;
What wouldst Thou with Thy ser­vant?
My Lord and Mas­ter, say.

Christ’s foe be­comes His sol­dier,
The wolf de­stroys no more,
A gen­tle lamb he en­ters
The sheep­fold by the door.

O voice of God Al­migh­ty,
What won­ders hath it wrought!
It rends the lof­ty ce­dars,
It bends the haugh­ty thought.

Jesu, our shep­herd, cease not
Thy flock from harm to free,
And, when Thy sheep are wan­der­ing,
O lead them back to Thee.

To Fa­ther, Son, and Spir­it,
All glo­ry, praise and might,
Who called us out of dark­ness
To His own glo­ri­ous light.