My Shepherd Fills My Every Need

My Shep­herd fills my ev­ery need:

For my soul’s good

He came to bleed.

In pas­tures green

He makes me lie

I rest con­tent be­neath His eye.

With Him I walk by wa­ters still

And drink the peace of His sweet will.

My tir­ing spir­it He re­stores:

His wine of grace from Cal­v’ry pours.

In right­eous paths He leads me on

From wrath’s dark night to mer­cy’s dawn.

With pro­mise faith­ful as His name

He swears His love

al­ways the same.

Death’s migh­ty sha­dows cast their pall

But Je­sus van­quish­es them all

No ill can touch

nor ev­il harm

The trea­sure kept by God’s own arm.

His rod and staff drive out all fear.

His right­eous robes dry ev­ery tear.

Before my foes

this bread He breaks

And of His flesh

my soul par­takes.

I smell His oil up­on my head

Whose death shall raise me from the dead.

My cup o’er­flows with Cal­v’ry’s wine:

This blood of God makes heav­en mine.

Goodness and mer­cy fol­low me;

Through all the days my life shall be

And in God’s house

His praise to tell

My ran­somed soul will ev­er dwell.