My Shepherd Is The Lord Most High

by Anonymous

My Shepherd is the Lord Most High,
And all my wants shall be supplied:
In pastures green He makes me lie,
And leads by streams which gently glide.

He in His mercy doth restore,
My soul when sinking in distress;
For His name's sake He evermore
Leads me in paths of righteousness.

Yea, tho' I walk thro' death's dark vale,
E'en there no evil will I fear,
Because Thy presence shall not fail,
Thy rod and staff my soul shall cheer.

For me a table Thou hast spread,
Prepared before the face of foes;
With oil Thou dost anoint my head;
My cup is filled and over flows.