Psalm xxiii

Thou art my Shepherd, gracious Lord!
     By Thee are all my wants supplied—
And while I feed upon Thy Word,
     I own Thee Guardian and Guide!

Amid a green and goodly land,
     Beside the lapse of quiet streams,
Thou leadest me with loving hand,
     Where every tree with fruitage teems.

From sin, and shame, and sore distress
     My wandering soul dost Thou reclaim;
And in the paths of righteousness
     Dost lead it for Thy glorious name.

Yea, though involved in deepening gloom,
     I tread the shadowy vale of death,
No evil shall anigh me come,
     Supported by thy staff beneath.

Thy bounty doth a table spread
     Before me in the midst of foes;
With oil dost Thou anoint my head—
     My cup with gladness overflows.

Goodness and mercy from the Lord,
     Shall crown my life through all my days;
And in Thy house will I record,
     Oh God! thine everlasting praise!