With loving arms He bore them on,
Through all the days of old;
And carried them with tender care,
As lambs of His own fold.
With pity He redeemed them all,
With love He bore their woe,
The angel of His presence came,
The toilsome way to show.
So trusting in His tender care,
As shepherd of one fold;
We know He bears and carries us,
As in the days of old.
In all our griefs, His pity saves,
His love our sorrow heals,
The angel of His presence still,
The Father's care reveals.
