O Shepherd Beautiful

O Shep­herd beau­ti­ful

I pray Thee

feed me

Forever in Thy beau­te­ous pas­ture land;

Where the liv­ing waters are I pray Thee lead me

By Thine own hand.

When comes the dawn

and dewy slopes are wak­ing

And frag­rant flow’rs un­fold to greet the light

That thro’ the gold and rose of morn­ing break­ing

Dispels the night.

And from the hills Thy prais­es are as­cend­ing

A thou­sand voices

yea

a thou­sand more;

All in one joy­ous ju­bi­late blend­ing

Their praise out­pour.

O Shep­herd beau­ti­ful

be near to guide me

Fill all my soul with love and praise to Thee;

Let not my sup­pli­ca­tion be de­nied me

Grant me to see.

The shin­ing of Thy foot­steps in the riv­er

To hear Thy voice far up the mount­ain side;

Put thou thy trust in Me

I will de­li­ver:

For thee I died.