Sunday, February 20, 2011

Shepherd of Souls

Shepherd of souls, refresh and bless

Thy chosen pilgrim flock

With manna in the wilderness,

With water from the rock.

Hungry and thirsty, faint and weak,

As Thou when here below,

Our souls the joys celestial seek

Which from Thy sorrows flow.

We would not live by bread alone,

But by Thy Word of grace,

In strength of which we travel on

To our abiding place.

Be known to us in breaking bread,

But do not then depart;

Savior, abide with us, and spread

Thy table in our heart.

Lord, sup with us in love divine;

Thy body and Thy blood,

That living bread, that heav’nly wine,

Be our immortal food.

James Montgomery, to the tune of 'Dives and Lazarus'


Briana, Katie, and Christy Mahoney said...

:) :) :)

Jessica Hall said...

Oh that's a lovely poem! I wrote a poem recently too! It's posted on my blog if you want read it! =)

Camille Rose Wolaver said...

Thanks Jessica! I love Montgomery's hymns. Your poem on your blog is beautiful! I loved it.

William Knapp said...


I've never made a fortune and it's probably too late now,

But I don't worry about that much 'cause I'm happy anyhow.

And as I go along life's way I'm reaping better than I sow,

I'm drinking from my saucer 'cause my cup has overflowed.

Haven't got a lot of riches and sometimes the going's tough,

But I've got loving ones around me and that makes me rich enough.

I thank God for His blessings and the mercies He's bestowed,

I'm drinking from my saucer 'cause my cup has overflowed.

Oh, remember times when things went wrong, my faith wore somewhat thin,

But all at once the dark clouds broke and sun peeped through again.

So Lord, help me not to gripe about the tough rows that I've hoed,

I'm drinking from my saucer cause my cup has overflowed.

If God gives me strength and courage when the way grows steep and rough,

I'll not ask for other blessings 'cause I'm already blessed enough.

And may I never be too busy to help others bear their loads,

Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer 'cause my cup has overflowed.

-- Author Unknown
Bill Knapp
Forest Grove,Ore