To thee, my Shepherd and my Lord

To thee, my Shepherd and my Lord,
A grateful song I'll raise;
O, let the humblest of thy flock
Attempt to speak thy praise.

My life, my joy, my hope, I owe
To thine amazing love;
Ten thousand thousand comforts here,
And nobler bliss above.

To thee my trembling spirit flies,
With sin and grief oppressed;
Thy gentle voice dispels my fears,
And lulls my cares to rest.

Lead on, dear Shepherd!—led by thee,
No evil shall I fear;
Soon shall I reach thy fold above,
And praise thee better there.