2. The Shepherd sought His sheep, The Father sought His child; They followed me o’er vale and hill, O’er deserts waste and wild; They found me nigh to death, Famished and faint and lone; They bound me with the bands of love, They saved the wandering one. 3. Jesus my Shepherd is, ’Twas He that loved my soul, ’Twas He that washed me in His blood, ’Twas He that made me whole; ’Twas He that sought the lost, That found the wandering sheep; ’Twas He that brought me to the fold, ’Tis He that still doth keep. 4. I was a wandering sheep, I would not be controlled. But now I love my Shepherd’s voice, I love, I love, the fold. I was a wayward child, I once preferred to roam, But now I love my Father’s voice, I love, I love, His home. H. Bonar, 1844. 106 7s Jesus, Savior, come to me! Let me ever be with Thee; Come and nevermore depart, Thou who reignest in my heart. 2. Lord, for Thee I ever sigh, Nothing else can satisfy; ’Tis my constant cry to Thee: Jesus, Jesus, come to me! 3. Earthly joys can give no peace, Cannot bid my longing cease; But to have my Jesus near, This is perfect pleasure here. 4. All that makes the angels glad, In their garb of glory clad, Only fills me with distress If Thy presence do not bless. 5. Take Thou all away from me, I shall still thus minded be; Thou who madest me Thine own Shalt be e’er my Joy alone. 6. Lord, to none on earth beside Thee my heart I open wide; Enter Thou, possess it all, Thee alone mine own I call. 7. Thou alone, my God and Lord, Art my Glory and Reward; Thou hast bled for me and died, I will be no other’s bride. 8. Come, then, Lamb for sinners slain, Come and ease me of my pain; Evermore I cry to Thee: Jesus, Jesus, come to me! 9. Patiently I wait Thy Day; For this gift yet, Lord, I pray, That, when death shall come to me, My sweet Jesus Thou wilt be. J. Scheffler, c. 1657. 107 7s 8 l Jesus, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the waters nearer roll, While the tempest still is high. Hide me, O my Savior, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide; O receive my soul at last! 2. Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me! All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenseless head With the shadow of Thy wing.