O gracious Shepherd, voice divine,
Who calls Thy wandering sheep by name,
Thou givest life that knows no decline,
Eternal fire no foe can claim.

They hear Thy word, they follow near,
Nor stray where wolves in darkness prowl;
Thy hand enfolds them, strong and clear,
A fortress none shall e’er o’erthrow.

No power of hell, no mortal might,
No storm of sin, no tempter’s art,
Can pluck them from Thy grasp so tight—
Thy hold is graven on Thy heart.

In Thee they dwell, in heart and soul,
One with the Son, forever one;
Thy very self becomes their whole,
Till time and death themselves are done.

Happy the soul that dares to rest
Upon this promise, firm and free:
No hand shall tear it from Thy breast,
He keeps us close, no matter what betide.