Thou Art My Shepherd

Thou art my shep­herd

Caring in ev­ery need

Thy lov­ing lamb to feed

Trusting Thee still.

In the green pas­tures low

Where liv­ing wa­ters flow

Safe by Thy side I go

Fearing no ill.

Or if my way lie

Where storms are rag­ing nigh

Nothing can ter­ri­fy

I trust Thee still.

How can I be afraid

While soft­ly on my head

Thy ten­der hand is laid?

I fear no ill.

Goodness and mer­cy

Ever shall fol­low me

Till by Thy grace I see

Thy holy hill;

Lord

in that home with Thee

Joyful eter­nal­ly

Folded Thy flock shall be

Safe from all ill.