405- The Lord Is My Shepherd
The Lord is my Shepherd; no want shall I know;
I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest;
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,
Restores me when wandering, redeems when oppressed,
Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray,
Since thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear;
Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my stay.
No harm can befall with my Comforter near.
In the midst of affliction my table is spread.
With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er;
With perfume and oil thou anointest my head;
Oh, what shall I ask of thy providence more?
Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God,
Still follow my steps till I meet Thee above;
I seekóby the path which my forefathers trod,
Through the land of their sojournóThy kingdom of love.