1. The God of love my Shepherd is, And he that doth me feed; While he is mine and I am his, What can I want or need? He leads me to the tender grass, Where I both feed and rest; Then to the streams that gently pass: In both I have the best. 2. Or if I stray, he doth convert, And bring my mind in frame; And all this not for my desert, But for his holy name. Yea, in death's shady black abode Well may I walk, not fear; For thou art with me; and thy rod To guide, thy staff to bear. 3. Nay, thou dost make me sit and dine, Ev'n in my enemies' sight: My head with oil, my cup with wine Runs over day and night. Surely thy sweet and wondrous love Shall measure all my days; And, as it never shall remove, So neither shall my praise.