My Shepherd Is the Living Lord

My shep­herd is the liv­ing Lord;

Now shall my wants be well sup­plied;

His pro­vi­dence and ho­ly Word

Become my safe­ty and my guide.

In pas­tures where sal­vat­ion grows

He makes me feed

He makes me rest;

There liv­ing water gent­ly flows

And all the food di­vin­ely blest.

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.

Though I walk through 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.

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.

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.

How I re­joice when on my head

Thy Spir­it con­des­cends to rest!

’Tis a di­vine anoint­ing

shed

Like oil of glad­ness at a feast.

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.