S.M.
1
The Lord my Shepherd is,
Ishall be well supplied;
Since He is mine, and I am His,
What can I want beside?
2
He leads me to the place
Where heavenly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.
3
If e’er I go astray,
He doth my soul reclaim,
And guides me in His own right way
For His most holy Name.
4
While He affords His aid,
I cannot yield to fear;
Though I should walk through death’s dark shade,
My Shepherd’s with me there.
5
In spite of all my foes
Thou dost my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
And joy exalts my head.
6
The bounties of Thy love
Shall crown my following days;
Nor from Thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak Thy praise.
