With pleasure we behold

With pleasure we behold
Immanuel's offspring come;
As sheep are gathered to the fold,
And left no more to roam.

The way the Shepherd trod
They freely choose to go;
Moved by the powerful love of God,
They leave this world below.

This watery path they own;
Their Saviour's cross they view;
And resting on his blood alone,
By faith they journey through.

Among the flock they rest,
In pastures fresh and green;
With peace and safety ever blest,
And pleasures all serene.