1 The Lord himself, the mighty Lord,
vouchsafes to be my Guide;
The Shepherd, by whose constant care
My wants are all supply'd.
2 In tender grass he makes me feed,
and gently there repose;
Then leads me to cool shades, and where
refreshing water flows.
3 He does my wand'ring soul reclaim,
and, to His endless praise,
Instruct with humble zeal to walk
In his most righteous ways.
4 I pass the gloomy vale of death,
from fear and danger free;
For there his aiding rod and staff
defend and comfort me.
5 In presence of my spiteful foes
he does my table spread;
He crowns my cup with chearful wine,
with oil anoints my head.
5 Since God doth thus his wond'rous love
through all my life extend,
That life to him I will devote,
and in His temple spend.
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First Line: | The Lord himself, the mighty Lord |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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