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There is a little, lonely fold,
Whose flock one Shepherd keeps,
Through summer's heat and winter's cold
With eye that never sleeps.
By evil beast or burning sky,
Or damp of midnight air,
Not one in all that flock shall die,
Beneath that Shepherd's care.
For, if unheeding or beguiled
In danger's path they roam,
His pity follows through the wild,
And guards them safely home.
O gentle Shepherd, still behold
Thy helpless charge in me;
And take a wanderer to thy fold,
That trembling turns to thee.
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marker 99
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1866 | # 1082 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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EVAN
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1847,1850
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 441 | No key | | # 512 | No key | | # 261 | Ab | | # 327 | Ab | | # 271 | Bb | | # 130 | Ab | | # 171 | Ab | | # 317 | Ab | | # 371 | Ab | | # 399 | Ab |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
echo ' | ';
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Hymn Writer
