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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Third-day, November 12, 1867

FromReview and Herald, Vol. XXX, No. 22

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THE GOOD SHEPHERD.

By W. E. Littlewood

Into a desolate land, White with the drifted snow, Into a weary land Our truant footsteps go: Yet doth thy care, O Father! Ever thy wanderers keep; Still doth thy love, O Shepherd! Follow thy sheep.
Over the pathless wild Do I not see Him come? Him who shall bear me back, Him who shall lead me home? Listen! between the storm-gusts, Unto the straining ear, Comes not the cheering whisper: “Jesus is near?”
Over me he is bending! Now I can safely rest, Found at the last, and clinging Close to the Shepherd’s breast. So let me lie till the fold-bells Sound on the homeward track, And the rejoicing angels Welcome us back!
— W. E. Littlewood.