The Lord Is Our Strength And Redeemer,
The Rock Where In Safety We Hide:
He Feedeth His Flock Like A Shepherd,
His Love Shall For Ever Abide.

By Cool Flowing Waters He Leads Them,
Where Pastures Are Blooming And Fair;
He Gathers The Lambs In His Bosom,
And Carries Them Tenderly There;
He Gather The Lambs In His Bosom,
And Carries Them Tenderly There.

The Lord Is Our Shield And Defender,
His Eye Never Slumbers Nor Sleeps;
He Feedeth His Flock Like A Shepherd,
Their Footsteps From Wand’ring He Keeps.

By Cool Flowing Waters He Leads Them,
Where Pastures Are Blooming And Fair;
He Gathers The Lambs In His Bosom,
And Carries Them Tenderly There;
He Gather The Lambs In His Bosom,
And Carries Them Tenderly There.

The Lord Is Our Hope And Salvation;
Oh, Glory And Praise To His Name!
He Feedeth His Flock Like A Shepherd,
The Weakest His Blessing May Claim.

By Cool Flowing Waters He Leads Them,
Where Pastures Are Blooming And Fair;
He Gathers The Lambs In His Bosom,
And Carries Them Tenderly There;
He Gather The Lambs In His Bosom,
And Carries Them Tenderly There.