Feed My Sheep – Elliot/Remstein

Feed My Sheep

Poem by: Mary Baker Eddy

Shepherd, show me how to go o’er the hillside steep,
How to gather, how to sow, how to feed Thy sheep;
I will listen for Thy voice, lest my footsteps stray;
I will follow and rejoice all the rugged way.

Thou wilt bind the stubborn will, wound the callous breast,
Make self righteousness be still, break earth’s stupid rest.
Strangers on a barren shore, lab’ring long and lone,
We would enter by the door, and Thou know’st Thine own;

So, when day grows dark and cold tear or triumph harms.
Lead Thy lambkins to the fold, take them in Thine arms;
Feed the hungry heal the heart, till the morning’s beam;
White as wool ere they depart Shepherd, wash them clean.

Words used courtesy of The Mary Baker Eddy Collection