Shepherd of the Holy Hills

Shepherd of the ho­ly hills

We

Thy lambs with ten­der feet

Follow Thee be­side the rills

And thro’ pas­tures fair and sweet

Thou dost hear us when we cry;

Thou dost watch us when alone;

When we faint Thou draw­est nigh

Soothing us with win­ning tones.

Thus thro’ all our earth­ly way

Be our guard and on­ly guide;

Draw us from the ev­il way;

Keep us ev­er by Thy side.

And

when fall the shades of night

On the paths we tread be­low

Take us to the fields of light

Where the liv­ing wa­ters flow.