The Lord himself doth condescend

Verse 1

The Lord himself doth condescend, To be my shepherd and my friend; I on his faithfulness rely; His care shall all my wants supply.

Verse 2

In pastures green he doth me lead, And there in safety makes me feed, Refreshing streams are ever nigh, My thirsty soul to satisfy.

Verse 3

When stray'd, or languid, I complain, His grace revives my soul again; For his name's sake, in ways upright, He makes me walk with great delight.

Verse 4

Yea, when death's gloomy vale I tread, With joy, ev'n there, I'll lift my head; From fear and dread he'll keep me free, His rod and staff shall comfort me.

Verse 5

Thou spread'st a table, Lord, for me, While foes with spite thy goodness see; Thou dost my head with oil anoint, And a full cup for me appoint.

Verse 6

Goodness and mercy shall to me, Through all my life extended be; And when my pilgrimage is o'er, I'll dwell with thee for evermore.