146 Savior, who Thy flock art feeding

1 Savior, who Thy flock art feeding With the shepherd's kindest care, And the feeble gently leading, While the lambs Thy bosom share: 2 Now, these little ones receiving, Fold them in Thy gracious arm; There, we know, Thy word believing, Only there secure from harm. 3 Never, from Thy presence roving, Let them be the lion's prey; Let Thy tenderness so loving Keep them through life's dangerous way. 4 Then, within Thy fold eternal, Let them find a resting-place, Feed in pastures ever vernal, Drink the rivers of Thy grace.