O gracious Shepherd, for thy simple flock
By guileful goats to ravening wolves misled,
Who thine own dear heart’s precious blood didst shed,
And lamb-like offered to the butcher’s block:
O gracious Shepherd, unremoving rock
Of succor to all such as thither fled,
Respect one of thy flock which followed
These curséd goats, and doth repentant knock,
To be with mercy taken to thy fold.
I know thy grace doth still for wanderers look;
I was a lost sheep once; dear Lord, behold,
And in compassion take me with thy hook.
In one lost sheep new found, thou dost rejoice;
Then know thy sheep, which know his Shepherd’s voice.