1 My Shepherd is the living Lord
nothing therefore I need;
in pastures fair, near pleasant streams
he setteth me to feed.
He brings my wand'ring spirit back
when I forsake his ways,
and leads me for his mercy's sake
in paths of truth and grace.
2 When I walk through the shades of death,
thy presence is my stay;
a word of thy supporting breath
drives all my fears away.
Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
doth still my table spread;
my cup with blessings overflows,
thine oil anoints my head.
3 The sure provisions of my God
attend me all my days;
O may thy house be mine abode,
and all my work be praise.
There would I find a settled rest,
while others go and come--
no more a stranger or a guest,
but like a child at home.
|First Line:||My Shepherd is the living Lord|
|Title:||My Shepherd Is the Living Lord|
|Author :||Isaac Watts (1719)|
|Author (1st quartrain):||Thomas Sternhold (1549)|
|Harmonizer:||Erik Routley (1976)|
|Source:||American folk hymn; Southern Harmony (1835)|
|Copyright:||Harmonization from Westminster Praise, copyright © 1976 by Hinshaw Music, Inc. and used by permission 4-19-84|