The Lord My Shepherd Is (Fitch)

The Lord has been my shep­herd

My Sav­ior and my guide;

He has fed me from His boun­ty

He has all my wants sup­plied;

Beside the crys­tal waters

He has led my err­ing feet;

Of the rich­est of His pas­tures

He has giv­en me to eat.

The Lord my shep­herd is—

I shall be well sup­plied;

The Lord my shep­herd is—

What can I want be­side?

My shep­herd is beside me

And He will hold my hand

Till I pass be­yond the dark­ness

And reach the glo­ry land.

When my soul grew faint and wea­ry

With the rough and rug­ged road

He re­stored its strength and cour­age

With the pro­mis­es of God;

Yes

down be­side the wa­ters

And in the pas­tures green

My soul has caught the vi­sion

And His glo­ry I have seen.

A ta­ble He has spread me

With the rich­est dain­ties stored;

I have lived upon His good­ness;

I have feast­ed on His Word.

He has guard­ed me from dan­ger

And kept me day by day;

And He has walked be­fore me

And led me all the way.

I am near­ing now the val­ley

Of the sha­dow they call death;

But no ev­il I am fear­ing

No cold and chill­ing breath;

For my shep­herd still is near me

With His bless­èd staff and rod

And He will safe­ly lead me

Up to the home of God.

And now I’ve reached the riv­er;

I am wait­ing on the shore;

Only wait­ing for the boat­man

To come and take me o’er;

But my shep­herd is be­side me

And He will hold my hand

Till I sail be­yond the dark­ness

And reach the glo­ry land.

Then when I reach the ci­ty

He will op­en wide the gate

And He will bid me en­ter

Where the ran­somed saints await;

There I’ll need the staff no long­er

No long­er need the rod

For I’ll dwell with Him for­ev­er

In the dwell­ing place of God.