1 Our shepherd is the living Lord;
Now shall our wants be well supply'd;
His providence and holy word
Become our safety and our 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 Our wand'ring feet his ways mistake;
But he restores our soul to peace,
And leads us, for his mercy's sake,
In the fair paths of righteousness.

4 Amidst the darkness and the deeps,
Thou art our comfort, thou our stay;
Thy staff supports my feeble steps,
Thy rod directs my doubtful way.

5 Though we walk through the gloomy vale,
Where death and all its terrors are,
Our heart and hope shall never fail,
For God our shepherd's with us there.