Feed My Lambs

“He shall feed his flock like a shepherd—he shall gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom.”—Isaiah xl: 11.

“Forbid them not,” the Savior says,
“But suffer them to come,
For children in my arms of love,
There always has been room.”

Those who would win the Savior’s love,
And be his friend indeed,
Must not neglect the little ones—
These dear lambs they must feed,

And lead them to the quiet streams
Where they may sweetly rest,
Till the Good Shepherd calls them home
And folds them to his breast.

Footnotes

1 Lovest thou me? Feed my lambs.—John xxi.

2 Vol. iv. “Casket Library.” Published by H. V. Degen, 22 Cornhill.

3 Vol. I. “Casket Library.” Published by H. V. Degen, 22 Cornhill.

4 John iii: 14, 15.

5 “The seed of Abraham my friend.”—Isaiah, xli: 8.

6 Rev. xxii: 15.

7 This circumstance actually occurred as related, soon after the settlement of Rhode Island, at a farm house, still in good preservation.

8 Kings, 2d chapter.

[9] Kings iii: 12.