The Lord is my Shepherd; no want I need fear;
He guides and attends me with fostering care,
And leads me in pastures the world never knows,
Beside the still waters of life to repose.
When, vex'd with temptation, I heavily move,
My soul he restores with the tenderest love;
In plain paths of righteousness still am I found;
The malice of Satan, by grace, I confound.
Though through Death's dark valley in sorrow I tread,
In this shadow'd world, no affliction I dread;
For Thou, Lord, art with me, each step of the road-
Thy comforting presence my staff and my rod.
With choicest refreshments, my board Thou hast crowned,
While foes that revile me in famine are found;
The oil of rejoicing on me Thou hast pour'd-
My cup runneth over with blessings, dear Lord!
Thy goodness and mercy shall still be my song;
Eternity's raptures Thy praises prolong:
In courts of the house of my God I shall dwell,
The chorus of heaven in triumph to swell.
G.