The Lord Is My Shepherd (Weaver)

I have a shep­herd

one I love so well;

What He is to me tongue can nev­er tell;

On the cross He suf­fered

shed His blood

and died

That I might ev­er in His love con­fide.

Following Je­sus ev­er day by day

Nothing have I to fear when He leads the way;

Darkness or sun­shine

what­e’er be­fall

Jesus the Sav­ior is my all in all.

Pastures abun­dant doth His hand pro­vide

Still wa­ters flow­ing ev­er at my side;

Goodness and mer­cy fol­low on my track;

With such a shep­herd no­thing can I lack.

When I would wan­der from the path as­tray

Then He doth draw me back in­to the way;

In the dark­est val­ley I need fear no ill

For He my shep­herd will be with me still.

When the work is ov­er and the jour­ney done

Then He will lead me safe­ly to my home;

There I shall dwell in rap­ture pure and sweet

And with all the loved ones ga­ther at His feet.