"My sheep hear My voice, and I know
 them, and they follow Me." John 10:27

The good Shepherd's flock is widely
scattered. They wander far on hills, and
valleys, in every land, and every climate.

Some pant beneath a tropic sun.

Some shiver in perpetual snows.

A watchful eye sees all.

And in fit time each is approached.
Jesus Himself draws near.
He wins the heart.
He enters in.
He takes the throne.
He shows His smile.
He melts the rock.
He turns the enmity to love.
He sits a conqueror in a once rebel camp.

All given by the Father come to
Him, because He comes to them.

They follow, because He calls.
They run, because He draws.

He opens out His arms; and then
they flee quickly to the shelter.