Hymn 212

MY Shepherd is the living Lord,
'Tis he that doth me feed;
How can I but be richly stor'd,
Whilst he supplies my need.

In Pastures green and flourishing
He makes me to repose,
Hard by the silent Water-Spring,
Whose Streams with pleasure flows.

He guides my Soul, so apt to stray,
A safer course to take;
Conducting me in his right way,
For his alone Name's sake:

And tho' I walk in Death's dark shade
It shall me not dismay;
For thou art with me, and hast made
Thy Rod and Staff my stay.

My Table spread thou didst appoint
In presence of my Foe;
My Head with Oyl thou dost annoint,
My Cup doth overflow.

Thy Grace and Goodness certainly
Shall measure all my days;
And in thy House, O God, will I
For ever give thee praise.