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 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 chearful 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 Houshold 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: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1766 |
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Topic: | Death: courage in it; God: our shepherd; Temptations: escape from them |