o shepherd who watches over the meek,
my soul in your flock would you keep?
would you protect my soul as i weep,
and desert me not as i sleep?
none of your flock are ever lost,
what is yours will be and was.
a wolf could never masque as sheep;
with pelts of wool have i fooled myself?
o God hallowed who sit on high,
where in truth doth my name lie?
will i find it in the book of life?
or hath i though learned become naive?
if i were never of your own,
i pray only i stumbled none.
so as you bring my fur to shear,
is it grey or is it white?