The risen Christ my Shepherd is

The risen Christ my Shepherd is.

He graciously my soul doth feed.

My Christ is mine, and I am His.

How can I lack or e’er have need?

In pastures green He makes me lie.

My soul He satisfies always,

The restful water leads me by,

In fellowship and perfect peace.

I often stray; He seeketh me

To yield my heart to His control.

For His name’s sake He leadeth me

And shepherds my oft-shaken soul.

Incredible the thought beside—

Pursuing Thee all care is stilled.

Thy rod and staff support and guide;

My way is with Thy presence filled.

Emboldened in Thy victory,

I feast surrounded by my foes,

My head anointed bountifully,

My cup with blessings overflows.

Thy love the measure of my days,

Thy grace a boundless treasure store;

Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise

Within Thy house forevermore.