I rest in the care of a shepherd so kind.
In pleasant green pastures I feed.
Beside the still waters, refreshing I find,
There is actually nothing I need.
In paths that are safe does he lead me each day
for his namesake, so I need not fear.
His rod and his staff my misgivings allay,
in the valley of death He is near.
His oil on my head is a sweet healing balm
and foes are o'erwhelmed as they view
while I feast at a table, unworried and calm,
in the fold of my Shepherd so true.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me still
all the days of my life here below
and a mansion in glory, just over the hill,
will be mine there forever, I know.
fpn/1963
This has been set to music as #17 in "Sing and Give Thanks"
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