1 Jesus is our Shepherd, wiping every tear,
Folded in His bosom, what have we to fear?
Only let us follow wither He doth lead,
To the thirsty desert, or the dewy mead.

2. Jesus is our Shepherd, for the sheep He bled;
Ev'ry 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.

3. 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.