The Lord my shepherd is,
The living one who died,
And having Him—the Lord Himself,
My wants are all supplied.
In spirit now I’m led
To where He dwells above;
The object of my hearts desire
Would have me know His love.
He maketh me He down
In pastures green to rest.
Not here—but far above this scene
Of turmoil and unrest.
And still He leadeth me
Where waters deep do flow;
So wondrous is the rest of soul
He causeth me to know.
My soul He doth restore
With fresh supplies each day:
Leads me in paths of righteousness,
That I may never stray.
Though for a little while
My feet must tread this scene,
E’en there His footprints mark the path
Where He Himself has been.
Yes, Thou art with me, Lord,
My strength and stay to be;
And day by day Thou dost unfold
Thy hidden things to me.
My cup of joy runs o’er,
Because ‘tis filled by Thee,
Thou art my portion even now,
And shalt forever be.
The above hymn was composed by a suffering one, after being informed that she must undergo a severe and dangerous operation. The circumstances greatly increase our interest in the simple lines, and raise our hearts in praise to God for the faith that so calmly and sweetly reckons on His presence, in the immediate prospect of so great a trial.—Ed.