FEED MY SHEEP! by Mrs. L. D. A. Stuttle

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, Cal. · Nov 11, 1886

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 12, No. 43.

FEED MY SHEEP!

By Mrs. L. D. A. Stuttle

BY MRS. L. D. A. STUTTLE.

O, SHEPHERDS of Israel, feed my sheep, They stray from the fold to-night. They are off in the forests dark and drear, Afar from the paths of right. O, shepherds of Israel, rouse from sleep, Go rescue the perishing; feed my sheep.

There are tender lambs on the mountains drear; They die for the shepherd's care. They are plucking the poisonous blossoms bright, The flowers of sin so fair; The shepherd of Zion should never sleep. Up! up, and arouse thee, and feed my sheep.

Thou hast known thy duty and didst it not. E'en thus shall the Master say, And such shall be beaten with many stripes In the hastening Judgment day. Oh, tremble, false shepherd, and howl and weep; E're dawneth that morning, go, feed my sheep.

Lest, when by the angel scribes above, Thy record is read at last, When the tares have been gathered and bound to burn, And mercy's forever past, Thou canst bring no souls that are saved from sin, Nor precious sheaves thou hast garnered in.