Psalm XXIII

The Lord, my shepherd and my guide,
Will all my wants supply;
In safety I shall still abide
Beneath his watchful eye.

Amid the verdant flowery meads,
He makes my sweet repose;
When pain'd with thirst he gently leads
Where living water flows.

If from his fold I thoughtless stray
He leads the wanderer home;
And shews my erring feet the way
Where dangers cannot come.

Though hastening to the silent tomb,
And death's dark shades appear
Thy presence, Lord, shall cheer the gloom,
And banish every fear,

No evil can my soul dismay,
While I am near my God:
My comfort, my support and stay,
Thy staff and guiding rod.

Thy constant bounties me surround,
Amid my envious foes;
My favour'd head with gladness crown'd
My cup with blessings flows.

Thus shall thy goodness, love and care
Attend my future days;
And I shall dwell for ever near
My God and sing his praise.