The seventeenth Sunday after Trinity.
His flock the Eastern shepherd leads;
by name he calls his sheep.
The sound of the good shepherd’s voice
makes all the timid flock rejoice
that he in safety keep
their pasture in the meads.
So, Lord, our Shepherd, go before,
so trace for us the way,
that we Thy rod may follow still,
and by Thy grace obey Thy will,
Thy mighty strength our stay
from prowling liion’s roar.
Lead us, O Lord, in pastures green,
where living waters spring,
that we Thy evergracious will
while striving faintly to fulfil,
our all to Thee might bring,
as Thine at last be seen.
When Thou, great Shepherd, shalt come down
by name to judge Thine own:
“As ye have wrought for My own sake,
My bloodbought victory now take:
reap now as ye have sown;
I give the purchased crown.”
|Text||attr. Eliza Humphreys,
ad. A. Coles
C. Hubert H. Parry (1848-1918), alt.; ad. A. Coles
Lord, we pray thee that thy grace may always prevent and follow us, and make us continually to be given to all good works; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.