469. The Heavenly Shepherd

Lo, my Shepherd’s hand divine!
Want shall never more be mine.
In a pasture fair and large
He shall feed His happy charge,
And my couch with tenderest care
’Midst the springing grass prepare

When I faint with summer’s heat,
He shall lead my weary feet
To the streams that, still and slow,
Through the verdant meadow flow:
When through devious paths I stray,
He shall teach the better way

Though the dreary vale I tread,
By the shades of death o’erspread,
I shall walk from terror free,
While each needed strength I see
By Thy rod and staff supplied;
This my guard, and that my guide.

Thou my plenteous board hast spread;
Thou with oil refreshed my head;
Filled by Thee, my cup o’erflows;
For Thy love no limit knows;
And unto my latest end
Thou my footsteps shalt attend.

Text Information
First Line: Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine!
Title: The Heavenly Shepherd
Author: Merrick
Meter: 7s. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1866
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