THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD.
By J. E. Green
The loving Lord my shepherd is,
My guardian, friend, and guide;
Tho' oft I walk through places dark,
He's ever by my side. His gentle care leads me to rest
In pastures green and wide;
He leadeth me most tenderly
The waters still beside. My wandering soul he kindly brings
Back to the paths of peace;
He leadeth me the livelong day
In paths of righteousness. Yea, tho' I may be called to walk
Through death's dark, gloomy vale,
No evil shadows will I fear,
His love will never fail. His rod and staff will comfort me
Mid conflicts, trials deep;
He doth my head with oil anoint,
Then wherefore should I weep? His generous care a table spreads
Before me, while my foes
Look wondering on, the while my cup
With blessings overflows. Goodness and mercy ever shall
Be with me all my days;
And in the house of God at last
I'll dwell and sing his praise. Oh! happy he who thus can sing,
Can make these words his own;
Ere long he'll tune a golden harp
With angels round the throne.