Lord, Your voice calls; we just obey;

Lord, Your voice calls; we just obey; Our blest place has been prepared; Though my young heart may shrink or stray, Your restoring staff is there. In green pastures, by still waters, How Your presence comforts me. God’s dwelling place abounds with grace; Flock follow unswervingly.

You say, “Closely follow the flock’s footsteps;” All the way, dear Shepherd, my footsteps guide; Shepherd me, Lord, and perfect, all my life; Lord, transform, mature me in life.

Things on the way serve to expose Natural ability; My stubborn heart knows not Your will, With God wrestles tirelessly. Your hand touched my stubborn places, Transformed, to obed’ient be; Your word reveals, leads me to know: “My life-long Shepherd is Thee.

Your love constrains, You gently urge, We are drawn as You adjure, To go in faith, as mothers, nurse, Feed, cherish, raise up, mature; In love pay the price, work gladly. Praying, bear men to the Lord; Together tried, fear not defeat; Your coming is our reward.

Oh, arise! In steps of the flock we move! Pour out all and work with You, Lord, in love; We, step by step, towards the goal, run the race; Our life for God’s dream consecrate.

To build Your house, no more we roam, God’s dream’s fixed upon our soul; Cast off all weights, and run the race, The building’s our only goal. Pattern cheers, and we respond, renewed; As faith’s footsteps we accept, Follow the Lamb unto the end, That Holy City with You.