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.

We are by Christ redeemed:
The cost–His precious blood;
Be nothing by our souls esteemed
Like this great good.
Were the vast world our own,
With all its varied store,
And Thou, Lord Jesus, wert unknown,
We still were poor.

Our earthen vessels break;
The world itself grows old;
But Christ our precious dust will take
And freshly mould:
He’ll give these bodies vile
A fashion like His own;
He’ll bid the whole creation smile,
And hush its groan.

Thus far by grace preserved,
Each moment speeds us on;
The crown and kingdom are reserved
Where Christ is gone.
When cloudless morning shines,
We shall His glory share;
In pleasant places are the lines;
The home how fair!

To Him our weakness clings
Through tribulation sore,
And seeks the covert of His wings
Till all be o’er.
And when we’ve run the race,
And fought the faithful fight,
We then shall see Him face to face,
With saints in light.

The Father sent the Son
A ruined world to save;
Man meted to the Sinless One
The cross–the grave;
Blest Substitute from God,
Wrath’s awful cup He drained;
Laid down His life, and e’en the tomb’s
Reproach sustained.

The new and living Way
Stands open now to heaven;
Thence, where the blood is seen alway,
God’s gift is given.
The river of His grace,
Through righteousness supplied,
Is flowing o’er the barren place
Where Jesus died!

The Lord shall come again!
The Conqueror must reign!
No tongue but shall confess Him then,
The Lamb once slain:
Jesus is worthy now
All homage to receive;
O! sinner, to the Savior bow,
The truth believe!