In humble vale, ‘tween mountains high
I saw a shepherd passing by
A flock of sheep behind him went
With steady feet and still intent
I saw one lamb who came away
From them and to the shepherd say
“My Shepherd it is pleasant here
But shall we always linger here?
I see above us mountains high
And wild and green…sometimes I sigh
To go up to the dazzling heights
Which beckon me with new delights.
The Shepherd looked with mercy sweet
Upon His eager little sheep
And answering with tender voice
Told it to wait upon His choice:
“Be content my sheep to go
Where the quiet waters flow
Through the flat and grassy plain
Fed by common sun and rain.
Every place where you are led
I will see that you are fed.
Is it not enough for you,
That I choose what’s best for you?
Someday to those mountains steep
I will lead you, little sheep
And the grassy plains behind
May come fondly to your mind
While above the dazzling heights
Beckon you with new delights
You will find a humbled will
Taught to trust me and be still
Will sustain you on the steep
And rugged pathways, little sheep.
Wait on me, your Shepherd true
I promise to do good to you.”
This eager little lamb is me
This wise and patient Shepherd He
Who once did give Himself to save
Me, wandr’ing toward a rocky grave
He has become my faithful Guide
Who calls me to walk by His side.
And I will follow patiently,
For He will do what’s best for me.