The Lord is my
shepherd
Sheep of His pastures I,
Blessed to be in His fold
Drinking from pools of peace
Nurtured by grace untold.
My soul is in His hands:
My body, heart, strength mind,
He leads me into Love,
His is the peace I find.
On the strange rocky path,
In the dark, bitter day
Fear shall not overcome,
Nor shall despair hold sway.
Death waves his bitter sting,
Mocking all righteousness.
My risen Lord is king,
He will restore and bless.
My risen Lord is king
He spreads a feast for me,
So am unashamed
Before my enemy.
My head He shall anoint
With His own Spirit’s grace.
In His eternal love
He has made me a place.
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