Scripture Verse

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. Psalm 23:1–3


Ludwig van Beethoven (1770–1827)

Words: Anne Steele, Po­ems on Sub­jects Chief­ly De­vo­tion­al 1760, pag­es 159–60. The hea­ven­ly Shep­herd.

Music: Gor­ton (West) ar­ranged from Beet­ho­ven by John E. West (1863–1929) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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While my Re­deem­er’s near,
My shep­herd and my guide,
I bid fare­well to anx­ious fear,
My wants are all sup­plied.

To ev­er frag­rant meads,
Where rich abun­dance grows,
His gra­cious hand in­dul­gent leads,
And guards my sweet repose.

Along the love­ly scene,
Cool wa­ters gent­ly roll,
And kind re­fresh­ment smiles se­rene,
To cheer my faint­ing soul.

Here let my spir­it rest;
How sweet a lot is mine!
With plea­sure, food, and safe­ty blest;
Beneficence di­vine!

Dear Shep­herd, if I stray,
My wan­der­ing feet re­store,
To Thy fair pas­tures guide my way,
And let me rove no more.

Unworthy, as I am,
Of Thy pro­tect­ing care,
Jesus, I plead Thy gra­cious name,
For all my hopes are there.