CCXXX. CHRIST's Sheep described.

THY Flock, with what a tender Care,
Blest Jesus, dost thou keep?
Fain would my weak, my wand'ring Soul
Be number'd with thy Sheep.

Gentle and tractable and plain
My Heart would ever be,
Averse to harm, propense to help,
And faithful still to Thee.

The gentle Accents of thy Voice
My list'ning Soul would hear;
And, by the Signals of thy Will,
I all my Course would steer.

I follow where my Shepherd leads,
And mark the Path he drew;
My Shepherd's Feet Mount Zion tread,
And I shall reach it too.