The God Of Love My Shepherd Is,
And He That Doth Me Feed;
While He Is Mine And I Am His,
What Can I Want Or Need?
He Leads Me To The Tender Grass,
Where I Both Feed And Rest;
Then To The Streams That Gently Pass,
In Both I Have The Best.
Or If I Stray, He Doth Convert,
And Bring My Mind In Frame,
And All This Not For My Desert,
But For His Holy Name.
Yea, In Death’s Shady Black Abode
Well May I Walk, Not Fear;
For Thou Art With Me, And Thy Rod
To Guide, Thy Staff To Bear.
Surely Thy Sweet And Wondrous Love
Shall Measure All My Days;
And As It Never Shall Remove
So Neither Shall My Praise.