Our Shepherd Leads with Gentle Hand

Yes

our Shep­herd leads with gen­tle hand

Thro’ the dark pil­grim land

His flock so dear­ly bought

So long and fond­ly sought.

Hallelujah! Hal­le­lu­jah!

Hallelujah! Amen.

When in clouds and mists the weak ones stray

He again shows the way

And points to them afar

A bright and guid­ing star.

Tenderly He watch­es from on high

With an un­wear­ied eye

He com­forts and sus­tains

In all their fears and pains.

Thro’ the wea­ry de­sert He will guide;

To the green fount­ain side;

Thro’ the dark and stor­my night

To ev­er­last­ing light.

Yes! the lit­tle flock is ne’er for­got

His mer­cy changes not;

Their home is safe above

Within His arms of love.