There are surely many hymns that speak of Jesus as a Shepherd tending a flock, and a good subset of these are actual paraphrases of Psalm 23. We have already seen four different ones of these over the last three years, and here is one more. I don't think we will run out of them for quite a while.
Thou art my Shepherd,
Caring in every need,
Thy loving lamb to feed,
Trusting thee still.
In the green pastures low,
Where living waters flow,
Safe by thy side I go,
Fearing no ill.
Or if my way lie
Where storms are raging nigh,
Nothing can terrify,
I trust thee still.
How can I be afraid,
While softly on my head
Thy tender hand is laid?
I fear no ill.
Goodness and mercy
Ever shall follow me,
Till by thy grace I see
Thy holy hill;
Christ, in that home with thee,
Joyful eternally,
Folded thy flock shall be,
Safe from all ill.
Elsie Thalheimer, c. 1866
st. 3, Margaret S. Haycraft; alt.
Tune: LYNDE
Thuringian folk tune,
arr.John Baptist Cramer, 19th cent.
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Your sheep-ish picture makes me think of riding the school bus (in my youth in a rural setting) and how we occasionally had to wait for a farmer to finish herding his sheep across the road... This was in the late 1960's in Ontario.
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