Psalm 23

Jesus the good Shepherd is;
Jesus died the sheep to save;
He is mine, and I am His;

All I want in Him I have, —
Life, and health, and rest, and food,
All the plenitude of God.
Jesus loves and guards His own;

Me in verdant pastures feeds
Makes me quietly lie down.

By the streams of comfort leads:
Following Him where'er He goes,
Silent joy my heart o'erflows.

He in sickness makes me whole,
Guides into the paths of peace;

He revives my fainting soul,
Stablishes in righteousness;
Who for me vouchsafed to die.
Loves me still,— I know not why!
Unappall'd by guilty fear,
Through the mortal vale I go;
My eternal Life is near;

Thee my Life in death I know;
Bless Thy chastening, cheering rod,
Die into the arms of God!
Till that welcome hour I see,
Thou before my foes dost feed;
Bidd'st me sit and feast with Thee,
Pour'st Thy oil upon my head;
Giv'st me all I ask, and more,
Mak'st my cup of joy run o'er.

Love Divine shall still embrace.
Love shall keep me to the end;

Surely all my happy days
I shall in Thy temple spend.
Till I to Thy house remove,
Thy eternal house above!