Text: | Dominus regit me |
Author: | T. S. |
1 My Shepherd is the living Lord,
nothing therefore I need:
In pastures faire with waters calme,
he lets me sit to feed.
2 He did convert and glad my soule,
and brought my mind in frame
To walk in paths of righteousnesse,
for his most holy Name.
3 Yea, though I walk in vale of death,
yet will I feare no ill:
Thy rod, thy staffe do comfort me,
and thou art with me still.
4 And in the presence of my foes
My table thou shalt spread:
Thou shalt (O Lord) fill full my cup,
and eke annoint my head.
5 Through all my life thy favour is
so frankly shew'd to me:
That in thy house for evermore
my dwelling place shall be.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | My shepherd is the living Lord |
Title: | Dominus regit me |
Author: | T. S. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1640 |
Scripture: | |
Notes: | Sing this as Psalm 21 |