he will gather the lambs in his arms;
he will carry them in his bosom,
and gently lead those that are with young.
Some are strong in the Lord, and others are weak in faith;
but He is impartial in His care for all His sheep,
and the weakest lamb is as dear to Him
as the strongest in the flock.
Lambs are prone to lag behind,
to wander, and are apt to grow weary;
but from all the danger of these infirmities
the Shepherd protects them with His arm of power.
All the little ones He gathers,
for it is not the will of our heavenly Father
that one of them should perish …
What a tender heart to care for them all!
What a far-reaching and powerful arm,
to gather them all!
How gently He gathered Me to Himself, to His truth,
to His blood, to His love, to His Church!
With what effectual grace did He compel me
to come to Himself!
He has frequently restored me from my wanderings
and once again gathered me
within the circle of His everlasting arms!
The best of all is that He does it all Himself.
He does not delegate the task of love
but condescends Himself to rescue and preserve
His most unworthy servant.
How will I love or serve Him enough?
I long to make His name great to the ends of the earth,
but what can my feebleness do for Him?
Great Shepherd, add to Your mercies this humble request:
Grant me a heart to love You more truly as I ought.