MY SHEPHERD - PSALM 23

Miss A. Ross

I shall not want, for Jesus is my Shepherd;

In pastures green He maketh me to lie;

He leadeth me beside the silent waters,

And there He doth my every need supply.

My soul He doth restore, and when I'm straying

He follows me o'er plain and rocky steep,

Again in paths of righteousness to lead me

For His name's sake—His poor and wand'ring sheep.

And though I walk within the vale and shadow

Of death, I will not fear for Thou art near;

Thy rod and staff my ever-present comfort,

Thy hand my strength, Thy whispered word my cheer.

Before my foes Thou hast prepared a table,

Abundant fatness yielding by the way;

My head with oil Thou constantly anointest,

So that my cup runs over day by day.

Thy goodness and Thy mercy, like two angels

Have followed me through life—I know them well.

And when my journey's ended, then my Shepherd

Shall bear me to His house, with Him to dwell.

From Words of Truth - 1944