THE LORD’S MY SHEPHERD
“The Lord’s my shepherd; I’ll not want,”
I learned to sing at my mother’s knee;
Though but a boy it gave me joy
To know the Shepherd cared for me.
When marching thro’ the busy street,
Where’er my business chance to be,
By night or day where’er I stray,
My Shepherd always watches me.
On tramway car, in railway train,
Or sailing on the dark blue sea,
‘Tis grand to know, where’er I go,
My Shepherd always watches me.
At evening when I sit at home,
Although His face I cannot see,
Blest be His name, He’s still the same,
And kindly watches over me.
Whene’er my earthly task is o’er,
And my trembling soul strives to be free;
When Death’s cold hand breaks the silver band,
My Shepherd still shall care for me.
