Our Shepherd is the Lord,
The living Lord who died;
With all His fulness can afford
We are supplied.
He richly feeds our souls
With blessings from above;
And leads us where the river rolls
Of endless love.

Our souls He doth restore,
And keeps us in His way;
He makes our cup of joy run o’er
From day to day;
Through love so full, so deep,
Anointed is our head;
Mercy and goodness us shall keep,
Where’er we tread.

When faith and hope shall cease,
And love abide alone,
Then shall we see Him face to face,
And know as known:
Still shall we lift our voice,
His praise our song shall be;
And we shall in His love rejoice
Who set us free.