"I shall lead my flock to pasture,"
You, Lord, said to us,
And at no time have You ever
Broken Your Holy Word.
As a faithful shepherd does,
You wish to walk with Your sheep,
As a shepherd who stands beside them
Whether they wake, whether they sleep.

And You wish to gather the lambs
In Your strong arms of love;
When they stammer out their pleas,
To bestow heartfelt compassion upon them;
You wish to carry them in your bosom --
The forsaken ones, the little ones;
When they cry for their mothers,
You wish to unite them upon your lap.

And You wish to lead the ewes,
As the eternally faithful shepherd,
Young and old, and gently move the spirit
Of those who have strayed from You;
To entice, to call, to heal, to succour,
Whatever they may need,
So that from the well-spring filled with blessings
They may hourly sip new refreshment.

Good and matchless shepherd,
Should we not trust You?
For You wish gladly to proffer us everything
Upon Your meadows of life:
Yes, into Your faithful hands,
May be all be given,
And to the ends of Your paths
You shall bring the lambs, the ewes.