"Shepherd, show me how to go!"
The bells ring out this prayer in rhyme —
The weary one, tossed to and fro
By mortal fears that ebb and flow,
Pauses to listen to the chime
That brings to him a hope sublime,
From echoing prayer, so soft and low —
"Shepherd, show me how to go!"
"Shepherd, show me how to go!"
A woman's heart gives forth the song.
Before the altar bending low.
With love for all mankind aglow,
She waiteth, patiently and long,
Till meek appeal breaks forth in song
Of prayer and praise all men should know —
"Shepherd, show me how to go!"
"Shepherd, show me how to go!"
A waiting world hears the refrain
Of prayerful song, breathed forth to know
How best the seed of Truth to sow;
And hosts now healed, in glad, sweet strain,
Their valiant Leader's voice sustain
In loving song's harmonious flow —
"Shepherd, show me how to go!"
