Jesus Is Our Shepherd, Wiping Every Tear;
Folded In His Bosom, What Have We To Fear!
Only Let Us Follow Whither He Doth Lead,
To The Thirsty Desert, Or The Dewy Mead.

Jesus Is Our Shepherd: Well We Know His Voice,
How Its Gentlest Whisper Makes Our Heart Rejoice;
Even When He Chideth, Tender Is His Tone
None But He Shall Guide Us; We Are His Tone,

Jesus Is Our Shepherd, For The Sheep He Bled;
Every Lamb Is Sprinkled With The Blood He Shed;
Then On Each He Setteth His Own Secret Sign
They That Have My Spirit, These, Saith He, Are Mine

Jesus Is Our Shepherd; Guarded By His Arm,
Though The Wolves May Ravin, None Can Do Us Harm
When We Tread Death’s Valley, Dark With Fearful Gloom,
We Will Fear No Evil, Victors O’er The Tomb.