Wheresoe’er I roam thro’ valleys dreary,
Over mountains, or in pathless wood,
Ever with me is a Friend to cheer me,
Warning, comforting as none else could.
’Tis the Shepherd, who once dying, bleeding,
Still through all eternity shall live;
Following His flock, protecting, feeding,
He the tend’rest care doth give;
Following His flock, protecting, feeding,
He the tend’rest care doth give.
