The Lord himself, the mighty Lord

The Lord Himself, the mighty Lord,

Vouchsafes to be my guide;

The Shepherd, by Whose constant care

My wants are all supplied.

In tender grass He makes me feed,

And gently there repose;

Then leads me to cool shades, and where

Refreshing water flows.

He does my wandering soul reclaim,

And, to His endless praise,

Instruct with humble zeal to walk

In His most righteous ways.

I pass the gloomy vale of death,

From fear and danger free;

For there His aiding rod and staff

Defend and comfort me.

Since God doth thus His wondrous love

Through all my life extend,

That life to Him I will devote,

And in His temple spend.