We thank the men who tend the flock
With quiet, faithful care;
Their words are like a healing balm
That aids the weak with hope and calm
And lifts them from despair.
They seek no praise nor lofty place
But choose a servant's way;
With humble hearts they always serve
And gladly spend without reserve;
It's God whom they obey.
When trials rise and burdens press,
They help our faith endure;
Their gentle counsel steadies hearts;
They teach us what the Christ imparts,
Which makes our hope secure.
They trace the path their master walked,
And joyously they weep;
They follow Christ and his command
As humble men in his right hand;
With love they guide his sheep.