“Feed thou My lambs,” the Saviour said
To one whose spirit burned to prove
By toils endured, or life-blood shed,
The strength of his devoted love.
“Feed thou My lambs;” oh! sacred trust
E’en for a great apostle meet,
To raise the feeble from the dust,
And guide them to the Saviour’s feet.
“Feed thou My lambs.” And ever thus
His flock the heavenly Shepherd tends;
His mild command He breathes to us,
And to our care His sheep commends.
“Feed thou My lambs;” despised on earth
The friendless little one may be,
But who can tell the priceless worth
Of one soul, Lord, redeemed by Thee!
May we pursue the blest employ
Endowed with wisdom from above,
And count it privilege and joy
To feed the lambs whom Thou dost love!