Georg Johannes Gick on the
Old Shepherd remains inspiring: “The red sun will be setting soon; my days are white as snow. The angels call me from the sheep
and I must rise and go.
Then I myself will be a lamb
and seek the lowly stall
to where the Holy Shepherd comes who to pasture leads us all.
I look once more at every lamb; my staff has guided tenderly. Oh, what will become of them when His horn sounds forth and beckons me?
Oh, let my tears come flowing down, come my lambs come with me all;
Let us go to golden meadows with the Shepherd in the stall.”