My shep­herd is the Lord,
Who rules the earth and skies;
He leads me thro’ His pas­tures green,
And all my wants sup­plies.

Beside the shad­ed brook
I lay me down and rest,
And in Je­ho­vah’s watch­ful care
I am su­preme­ly blest.

No gloomy shade of death
Or val­ley dark I fear;
The Shep­herd’s rod and staff I see,
And feel pro­tect­ion near.

To heed His lov­ing voice
I ne­ver would re­fuse:
And where my liv­ing steps shall stray
I leave to Him to choose.

My heart shall be as calm
As any sum­mer’s day;
I follow where He kind­ly leads,
And love His chos­en way.