The Lord My Shepherd Holds Me

The Lord my Shep­herd holds me

Within His ten­der care

And with His flock He folds me

No want shall find me there.

In pas­tures green He feeds me

With plen­ty I am blest;

By qui­et streams He leads me

And makes me safe­ly rest.

Whatever ill be­tides me

He will re­store and bless;

For His name’s sake He guides me

In paths of right­eous­ness.

Thy rod and staff shall cheer me

In death’s dark vale and shade

For Thou wilt then be near me;

I shall not be afraid.

My food Thou dost ap­point me

Supplied be­fore my foes;

With oil Thou dost an­oint me

My cup of bliss o’er­flows.

Thy good­ness

Lord

shall guide me

Thy mer­cy cheer my way;

A home Thou wilt pro­vide me

Within Thy house al­ways.