To thee, my Shepherd and my Lord,

A grateful song I’ll raise;

O let the humblest of thy flock

Attempt to speak thy praise.

2 My life, my joy, my hope, I owe

To thine amazing love;

Ten thousand thousand comforts here,

And nobler bliss above.

3 To thee my trembling spirit flies,

With sin and grief oppressed;

Thy gentle voice dispels my fears,

And lulls my cares to rest.

4 Lead on, dear Shepherd!—led by thee,

No evil shall I fear;

Soon shall I reach thy fold above,

And praise thee better there.