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 wandering 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.]