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.