My Shepherd Is the Lord Who Knows

My shep­herd is the Lord who knows my needs

And I am blest;

By qui­et streams

in pas­tures green

He leads

And makes me rest.

My soul He saves and for His own name’s sake

He guides my feet the paths of right to take.

Though in death’s vale and sha­dow be my way

I fear no ill

For Thou art near

Thy rod and staff my stay

And com­fort still.

My ta­ble Thou dost spread be­fore my foes

My head Thou dost an­oint

my cup o’er­flows.

The good­ness and the mer­cy that have aye

Upon me shone

Shall sure­ly fol­low me through all the way

Till life is done;

And ev­er­more Je­ho­vah’s house shall be

My dwell­ing place through all eter­ni­ty.