1 I met the good shepherd
Just now on the plain,
As homeward he carried
His lost one again;
I marvelled how gently
His burden he bore,
And as he passed by me
I knelt to adore.

2 O Shepherd, good shepherd,
Thy wounds they are deep;
The wolves have sore hurt thee
In saving thy sheep.
Thy raiment all over
With crimson is dyed;
And what is this wound
They have made in thy side?

3 O Shepherd, good shepherd,
And is it for me
This grievous affliction
Has fallen on thee?
Thy wounds make me love thee,
My heart shall be thine;
With thee I will journey,
My shepherd divine.