1071    7s     C. Wesley
“He shall feed his flock like a shepherd.” Isa. 40. 11

1 Happy soul, that, free from harms,
  Rests within his Shepherd’s arms!
  Who his quiet shall molest?
  Who shall violate his rest?

2 Jesus does his spirit bear,
  Far removes each anxious care;
  He who found the wandering sheep
  Loves and still delights to keep.

3 Oh! that I might so believe;
  Steadfastly to Jesus cleave;
  Only on his love rely,
  Smile at the destroyer nigh;

4 Free from sin and servile fear,
  Feel the Saviour always near;
  All his care rejoice to prove,
  All the blessings of his love!

5 Shepherd, seek thy wandering sheep;
  Bring me back, and lead, and keep;
  Take on thee my every care;
  Bear me, in thy bosom bear.

6 Let me know thy gentle voice,
  More and more in thee rejoice;
  From thy fulness grace receive;
  Ever in thy Spirit live.