ANGELS' SONGS FROM THE GOLDEN CITY OF THE BLESSED
Edythe Morahan-de Lauzon

<<  THE SHEPHERD  >>

The Shepherd walked in the garden,
On to the close of day;
Many of His flock were scattered,
And from Him gone astray.

But the lambs came rushing to Him,
Into His tender arms;
He gently clasped them to His breast,
Safe from the world^s alarms.

He called to His wandering sheep,
Those who had left the fold,
" Come unto Me ! Thy Saviour calls,
1'11 shield thee from storm and cold!"

Many of the sheep heard the Shepherd;
They came to Him limping, sore;
He bound their wounds and they entered
Through the fold^s great open door.

The Shepherd called to His lost sheep,
" I patiently for thee wait,
Make haste, for soon I must close and bar
The fold's great open gate!"