My Shepherd Is the Lamb

My shep­herd is the Lamb

The liv­ing Lord who died;

With all things good I ev­er am

By Him sup­plied.

He rich­ly feeds my soul

With bless­ings from ab­ove

And leads me where the riv­ers roll

Of end­less love.

My soul He doth re­store

Whene’er I go as­tray;

He makes my cup of joy run o’er

From day to day;

His love

so full

so free

Anoints my head with oil;

Mercy and good­ness fol­low me

Fruit of His toil.

When faith and hope shall cease

And love ab­ide alone

Then shall I see Him face to face

And know as known.

Still shall I lift my voice

His praise my song shall be;

And I will in His love re­joice

Who died for me.