Thy daily pasturage shall be.
O come to me!
Thou shalt to glades, where ripple by
Clear streams, where feed my lambkins, come;
And when the shades of eve are nigh,
I’ll bear thee safely to my home.
O come to me!
O, haste, my precious Lamb, to me:
Come prove me by my bleeding heart:
My Father too is seeking thee.