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Fear not, little flock.
Luke 12:32.
There is a little, lonely fold,
Whose flock one Shepherd keeps,
Through summer’s heat and winter’s cold,
With eye that never sleeps.
2 By evil beast, or burning sky,
Or damp of midnight air,
Not one in all that flock shall die
Beneath that Shepherd’s care.
3 For if, unheeding or beguiled,
In danger’s path they roam,
His pity follows through the wild,
And guards them safely home.
4 O, gentle Shepherd, still behold
Thy helpless charge in me;
And take a wanderer to thy fold,
That, trembling, turns to thee.