Gladys Hensel: The Shepherd Hymn

“My sheep hear my pipe-call—
To fine grass sweet with dew I lead them
The morn-hour.
They are refreshed and strengthened and fed;
Trees thick with leaves afford them cool shade.

My sheep hear my pipe-call—
To brown depths of the stream I lead them
The noon-hour.
On bright ripples their warm mouths are fed;
The low wind disturbs not their quiet shade.

My sheep hear my Christ-call—
Through rough world-work to life I lead them
Till eve-hour.
Of spirit immortal they are fed;
My great wing spreads over them calm shade.”