Each by Name by Margaret E. Sangster

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 30, 1908

Each by Name

By Margaret E. Sangster

NEVER a little foolish lamb astray in the gloaming dim; But the tender Shepherd knoweth its name, and calleth it home to him. In the flock and the fold the sheep are his, and he keepeth them close in his care; And each for itself in the Shepherd’s heart hath its own peculiar share.

Never a moor so wrapped in mist, nor a hill so gray and dun, But the Shepherd counteth his lambkins there, and watcheth them one by one.

Never a day so bleak and chill, nor a night so dark and drear, But the tireless love of the Shepherd waits for the sheep that are passing dear.

Never a weary, wayworn sheep in the great world-flock to-day, But may hear the call of the Shepherd’s voice, may follow him and obey. The Shepherd hath ransomed the great world-flock, he hath bought it for his own; And he loveth and guardeth it, one by one, as were each in the world alone. —Margaret E. Sangster.