God Of Love My Shepherd Is, The

The God of love my Shepherd is,

And He that doth me feed;

While He is mine and I am His,

What can I want or need?

He leads me to the tender grass,

Where I both feed and rest;

Then to the streams that gently pass:

In both I have the best.

Or if I stray, He doth convert,

And bring my mind in frame,

And all this not for my desert,

But for His holy Name.

Yea, in death's shady black abode

Well may I walk, not fear;

For Thou art with me, and Thy rod

To guard, Thy staff to bear.

Surely Thy sweet and wondrous love

Shall measure all my days;

And as it never shall remove

So neither shall my praise.