The 23d Psalm

The God of love my shepherd is,

     And He that does me feed:

While He is mine, and I am His,

     What can I want or need?

He leads me to the tender grass,

     Where I both feed and rest;

Then to the streams that gently pass:

     In both I have the best.

     

Or if I stray, He does convert      And bring my mind in frame: And all this not for my dessert,      But for His holy name.

Yea, in death's shady black abode

     Well may I walk, not fear:

For You are with me; and Your rod

     To guide, Your staff to bear.

Nay, you do make me sit and dine,

     Ev’n in my enemies' sight:

My head with oil, my cup with wine

     Runs over day and night.

Surely Your sweet and wondrous love

     Shall measure all my days;

And as it never shall remove,

     So neither shall my praise.