Psalm XXIII. Common Metre. God's tender care of his people

The Lord himself the mighty Lord Is pleas'd to be my guide; The shepherd by whose constant care My wants are all supply'd.

In tender grass he makes me feed, And gently there repose; Then leads me to cool shades and where Refreshing water flows.

He does my wandering feet reclaim And to his endless praise, Instruct with humble zeal to walk In his most righteous ways.

I'll pass the gloomy vale of death, From fear and danger, free; For there his aiding rod and staff Defend and comfort me.

With liberal and unceasing care, He does my table spread; He crowns my cup with cheerful wine, With oil anoints my head.

Since God doth thus his wondrous love Through all my life extend, That life to him I will devote, And in his temple spend.