Let Thy kingdom, blessed Saviour, Come and bid our jarrings cease; Come, oh come! and reign forever, God of love, and Prince of peace; Visit now poor bleeding Zion, Hear the people mourn and weep; Day and night Thy lambs are crying, Come, good Shepherd, feed Thy sheep. Lord, in us there is no merit, We've been sinners from our youth; Guide us, Lord, by thy good Spirit, Which shall teach us all the truth. On Thy gospel word we'll venture, Till in death's cold arms we sleep, Love our Lord, and Christ our Saviour, Oh! good Shepherd, feed Thy sheep.