Let Thy Kingdom, Blessed Savior

Let thy kingdom, blessed Saviour,

Come and bid our jarring cease,

Come, O come, and reign forever,

God of love and prince of peace:

Visit now poor bleeding Zion,

Hear thy people mourn and weep,

Day and night, the lambs are crying,

Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep.

Some for Paul, and some for Apollos,

Some for Cephas, few agree,

Jesus, let us hear thee call us,

Help us, Lord, to follow thee:

Then we'll rush thro' what encumbers,

Over every hind'rance leap,

Unappall'd by force or number,

Come, good Shepherd feed thy sheep.

Lord, in us there is no merit,

We've been sinners from our youth

Guide us, Lord, by thy good Spirit,

Which shall teach us all the truth;

On thy Gospel word we'll venture,

"'Till in death's cold arms we sleep;

Love our Lord and Christ our Saviour,

Come good Shepherd, feed thy sheep.

Come, good Lord, with courage arm us;

Persecution rages here!

Nothing, Lord, we know can harm us,

While our Shepherd is so near;

Glory, glory be to Jesus,

At his name our hearts do leap;

He both comforts us, and frees us,

The good Shepherd feeds his sheep.

Hear the Prince of our salvation

Saying, "Fear not, little flock,

I myself am your foundation,

You are built upon this rock;

Shun the paths of vice and folly,

Scale the mount, although 'tis steep,

Look to me and be ye holy,

I delight to feed my sheep."

Christ alone our souls rely on,

Taught by him we own his name,

Sweetest of all names is Jesus,

How it doth our souls inflame,

Glory, glory, glory, glory,

Give him glory--he will keep,

He will clear our way before us,

The good Shepherd feeds his sheep.