"I will seek out My sheep, and will deliver them out of all places where they have been scattered in the cloudy and dark day." "And there shall be one flock and one Shepherd." (Ezek. 34:12; Jno. 10:16.)

Lord, Thy sheep are sadly scattered,
And the world is strange and cold:
Many lambs, with piteous bleating,
Cry for some protecting fold.
Jesus, gentle Shepherd, come !
Gather all the wanderers home.

Some are straying on bleak mountains,
Where the grass is dry and dead ;
Wolves have entered, and have spared not;–
What sad havoc they have made !
Jesus, gracious Shepherd, come !
Call Thy wayward wanderers home.

Over all, where'er they're straying,
Ever watchful Thou dost keep ;
Thou dost mark the faintest bleatings,
And the wanderings of Thy sheep.
Follow them, where'er they roam,
And Thou 'lt surely bring them home.

Some are feeding in the valleys,-
Where the grass is tender, sweet;
Tracing out the unseen footprints,
Sitting at the Master's feet,
Looking, Lord, for Thee to come.
Come, and take Thy loved ones home.

Keep their hearts, the while they're waiting,
Ever faithful, Lord, to Thee.
Filling up the fleeting moments,
Ere Thy glorious face we see,
Shepherd of Thy scattered sheep,
May we patient vigil keep.

H. McD.