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 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 houshold all their days;
There will I dwell to hear his word,
To seek his face, and sing his praise.]