Hymns for Lent - Day 2

"I am the good Shepherd." - John 10:14

 Shepherd of souls, with pitying eye

The thousands of our Israel see:

To thee in their behalf we cry,

Ourselves but newly found in thee.

See where o'er dert waster they err,

And neither food nor feeder have,

No fold, nor play of refuge near;

 For so man cares their souls to save.

 Wild as the untaught Indian's brood,

The Christian savages remain.

Strangers, yea, enemies to God,

They make thee speed thy blood is vain.

Extend to these thy pard'ning grace,

To these be thy salvation show'd:

O add to thy chosen race!

O sprinkle all their hearts with blood!

Still let the pentinets draw near:

Open the door of faith and heave;

And grant their hearts thy word to hear,

And witness all their sins forgiven. 

 The Methodist Pocket Hymn-Book. New York: 
J. Soule and T. Mason Publishing Co., 1818.