Whene'er at a distance he sees me afraid,
O'er the hills and high mountains he comes to my aid,
Then leads me back gently, and bids me abide
In the midst of his flock, and feed close by his side;
How happy if there I could ever remain
All the days of my life, and not wander again;
Yea, blest are the people, and happy thrice told,
Who obey the Lord's voice and abide in his fold.