My Shepherd Is the Lord (Beall)

My shep­herd is the Lord

He ev­ery want doth fill;

He lead­eth me

He feed­eth me

Beside the wa­ters still;

For His name’s glo­ry He

Guides me in right­eous ways

Restores my soul when it grows cold

Or in earth’s sha­dow strays.

Yea

tho’ thro’ death’s dark vale

I walk

I’ll lean on Thee

Nor will I fear

for Thou art near

Thy staff

it com­forts me;

When foes press ’round me sore

To starve my soul

O Lord!

Thou dost pre­pare with lov­ing care

The ta­ble of Thy Word.

And Thy rich oil of grace

My head Thou’st poured up­on;

My bless­ing cup hast Thou filled up

Thy mer­cies to me shown;

Surely shall Thy good­ness

And mer­cy fail me nev­er

And I shall dwell where glad songs swell

In my Lord’s house for­ev­er.