A Call to the Shepherd by R. D. Benham

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 27, 1916

A Call to the Shepherd

By R. D. Benham

R. D. BENHAM

O SHEPHERD of Israel, thy sheep are astray, They wander benighted o'er mountain and plain; Dark, dark is the night, and tangled the way; They drift with the storm, with the snow and the rain.

The “wolves of the evening” are heard from afar, They seek for the lambs that are out in the wild; O, send forth a gleam from bright Bethlehem’s Star, To guide to the fold every wandering child.

The voice of the Shepherd is heard on the hill, So tearfully, tenderly calling his flock; The winds of the winter blow heavy and chill As he gathers his sheep to the shade of the Rock.

Great Shepherd, thou Master of wind and of wave, Now speak thou and calm their life's troubled sea, As when thou didst walk on the waters to save, And stilled the wild tempest on dark Galilee.

Call them in, call them in, let them hear thy sweet voice; Bid the sheep of thy pasture thy glories behold; And in that glad day will thy people rejoice When safely they enter the heavenly fold.

Cornelius, Oregon.