1 My shepherd is the Lord,
He every want doth fill;
He leadeth me, He feedeth me,
Beside the waters still;
For His name’s glory He
Guides me in righteous ways,
Restores my soul when it grows cold,
Or in earth’s shadow strays.
2 Yea, tho’ thro’ death’s dark vale
I walk, I’ll lean on Thee,
Nor will I fear, for Thou art near,
Thy staff, it comforts me;
When foes press ’round me sore,
To starve my soul, O Lord!
Thou dost prepare with loving care
The table of Thy Word.
3 And Thy rich oil of grace
My head Thou’st poured upon;
My blessing cup hast Thou filled up,
Thy mercies to me shown;
Surely shall Thy goodness
And mercy fail me never,
And I shall dwell where glad songs swell
In my Lord’s house forever.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11640