The Lord Himself, the Mighty Lord

The Lord Him­self

the migh­ty Lord

Vouchsafes to be my guide;

The shep­herd

by whose con­stant care

My wants are all sup­plied.

In ten­der grass He makes me feed

And gent­ly there re­pose;

Then leads me to cool shades

and where

Refreshing wa­ter flows.

He does my wan­der­ing soul re­claim

And

to His end­less praise

Instruct with hum­ble zeal to walk

In His most right­eous ways.

I pass the gloomy vale of death

From fear and dan­ger free;

For there His aid­ing rod and staff

Defend and com­fort me.

Since God doth thus His won­drous love

Through all my life ex­tend

That life to Him I will de­vote

And in His tem­ple spend.