CXXVI | A Selection of Hymns#CXXVII | CXXVIII |
1 Ye little Flock, whom Jesus feeds,
Dismiss your anxious cares;
Look to the Shepherd of your souls,
And smile away your fears.
2 Tho' wolves and lions prowl around,
His staff is your defence:
’Midst sands and rocks, your shepherd’s voice
Calls streams and pastures thence.
3 Your father will a kingdom give,
And give it with delight:
His feeblest child His love shall call
To triumph in His sight.
4 Ten thousand praises, Lord, we bring
For sure supports like these;
And o’er the pious dead we sing
Thy living promises.
5 For all we hope, and they enjoy
We bless a Savior's name;
Nor shall that stroke disturb the song,
Which breaks this mortal frame.
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First Line: | Ye little Flock, whom Jesus feeds |
Title: | Fear not, it is your Father's good Pleasure to give you the Kingdom |
Author: | Dr. Doddridge |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
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Topic: | Scripture Invitations and Promises; Promises: Of the kingdom |