By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M. Matthew ix. 36.
      1 JESU, thy wandering sheep behold!
      See, Lord, with tenderest pity see
      The sheep that cannot find the fold,
      Till sought and gathered in by thee.

      2 Lost are they now, and scattered wide,
      In pain, and weariness, and want;
      With no kind shepherd near to guide
      The sick, and spiritless, and faint.

      3 Thou, only thou, the kind and good
      And sheep-redeeming Shepherd art:
      Collect thy flock, and give them food,
      And pastors after thine own heart.

      4 Give the pure word of general grace,
      And great shall be the preachers' crowd;
      Preachers, who all the sinful race
      Point to the all-atoning blood.

      5 Open their mouth, and utterance give;
      Give them a trumpet-voice, to call
      On all mankind to turn and live,
      Through faith in him who died for all.

      6 Thy only glory let them seek;
      O let their hearts with love o'erflow!
      Let them believe, and therefore speak,
      And spread thy mercy's praise below.