My faithful shepherd is the Lord of love:
His sheep He gathers to His fold above,
restores my soul in paths of righteousness;
His meadows nourish and His rills refresh.
With gentle hand, His grace He scatters round,
laying for me a rich pastoral ground,
gives of His bounty, all my thirst to slake,
goodness and mercy for His own name's sake.
Down every track His presence is my light,
His rod and staff my comfort in the night.
Death's dark ravine, alone a den of dread,
is with the Lord a place of peace instead.
Hosts of the foe on every side arrayed:
Look! In the vanguard is a banquet laid!
Oil for my head and brimming wine I see:
alms of Your lavish hospitality.
Goodness and mercy all my days pursue,
hounding my footsteps as I walk with You;
home in Your presence, there my joy shall be
singing Your love through all eternity.
A song on Psalm 23,
to the tune of "Spirit of God,
Descend Upon My Heart"
or "Abide With Me"