The Lord, My Shepherd

Treasures Of Secret Places

Psalm 23 – Poem by Isaac Watts

My Shepherd is the living Lord;
Now shall my wants be well supplied;
His providence and holy word
Become my safety and my guide.

In pastures where salvation grows
He makes me feed, he makes me rest;
There living water gently flows,
And all the food’s divinely blest.

My wand’ring feet his ways mistake,
But he restores my soul to peace,
And leads me, for his mercy’s sake,
In the fair paths of righteousness.

Though I walk through the gloomy vale
Where death and all its terrors are,
My heart and hope shall never fail,
For God my Shepherd’s with me there.

Amidst the darkness and the deeps
Thou art my comfort, thou my stay;
Thy staff supports my feeble steps,
Thy rod directs my doubtful way.

The sons of earth, and sons of hell,
Gaze at thy goodness, and repine
To see…

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Author: rita sue

The love of Jesus invites us to come and drink of new life.

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