My Shepherd is the living Lord; Now shall my wants be well supplied; His providence and holy word Become my safety and my guide. | In pastures where salvation grows He makes me feed, he makes me rest; There living water gently flows, And all the food's divinely blest. | My wand'ring feet his ways mistake, But he restores my soul to peace, And leads me, for his mercy's sake, In the fair paths of righteousness. | Though I walk through the gloomy vale Where death and all its terrors are, My heart and hope shall never fail, For God my Shepherd's with me there. | Amidst the darkness and the deeps Thou art my comfort, thou my stay; Thy staff supports my feeble steps, Thy rod directs my doubtful way. | The sons of earth, and sons of hell, Gaze at thy goodness, and repine To see my table spread so well With living bread and cheerful wine. | How I rejoice when on my head Thy Spirit condescends to rest! 'Tis a divine anointing, shed Like oil of gladness at a feast. | Surely the mercies of the Lord Attend his household all their days; There will I dwell to hear his word, To seek his face, and sing his praise. | |