"Feed My Lambs"

How shall I show my love to thee,

My Saviour and my Lord?

How render back thy love for me

My gratitude record?

Thy heart, I know, is charged with love

For all thy blood-bought flock;

For those who tremble as the dove,

Or brave the tempest's shock.

But oh, I thine eye has gentlest ray

For babes in years and strength,

Whom this world's drear and sultry way

Tires with its weary length.

These, Jesus, I would make my care,

For they are dear to thee;

These I would guard from Satan's snare,

And lead them tenderly.

These would I guide through coolest ways,

Beside the gentlest streams;

Would screen them from the scorching rays

From mid-days' sultry beams.

Would lead them to the tender grass,

The freshest, fairest mead,

Where prowling footsteps never pass:

And tend them while they feed.

My Jesus, Saviour, wilt thou own

This service done to thee.

When seated on thine azure throne,

And all things bow the knee?

Thou wilt: I know thou wilt, for these

Are precious in thy sight;

And those who tend the lambs best please

The Lord of life and light.

O Lord of life and light look down

From thy bright seat above;

And do not those, we pray, disown,

Who thus would prove their love.