1 My Shepherd is the living Lord:
Now shall my wants be well supply'd;
His providence and holy word
Become my safety and my guide.
2 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.
3 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.
4 Tho' I walk thro' 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.
5 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.
6 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.
7 [How I rejoice, when on my head
Thy Spirit condescends to rest!
'Tis a divine anointing, shed,
Like oil of gladness at a feast.
8 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.]
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First Line: | My Shepherd is the living Lord |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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