My Shepherd Leads (McNamara)

By wa­ters cool and sweet

From liv­ing fount­ains fed

My Shep­herd leads my ea­ger feet

To fresh­er meads ahead.

The ten­der ver­dure springs

And blos­soms where we stray;

And at each step my glad heart sings

So sweet I find the way.

The heat of burn­ing noons

Is tem­pered to my need;

And all His wise­ly giv­en boons

Are mine be­fore I plead.

More of His love and care

I learn from day to day

And more of His rich boun­ty share

As by His side I stay.

Dear Shep­herd

if from Thee

My err­ing feet should rove

O chide me kind­ly

ten­der­ly

And bring me back in love.