His Yoke Is Easy (Hudson)

The Lord is my shep­herd; I shall not want.

He mak­eth me down to lie

In pas­tures green He lead­eth me

The qui­et wa­ters by.

His yoke is easy; His bur­den is light.

I’ve found it so; I’ve found it so.

He lead­eth me by day and by night

Where liv­ing wa­ters flow.

My soul cri­eth out: Re­store me again

And give me the strength to take

The nar­row path of right­eous­ness

E’en for His own name’s sake.

Yea

tho’ I should walk the val­ley of death

Yet why should I fear from ill?

For Thou art with me

and Thy rod

And staff me com­fort still.