He who tempers the wind
To the shorn sheep
Will guard you,
And guide you,
And lead your brave feet
Over the rough ways of the world,
Over crag, over stone;
Up through the clouds,
Through the mist,
And the winds and the cold;
On to the glorified height
To the foot of His throne.
And thus you may know
That He sees you,
And needs you,
And loves you,
And calls you His own.
