The God Of Love My Shepherd Is

The God Of Love My Shepherd Is - The Choirs Of Britains Cathedrals Perform

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

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

Surely thy sweet and wondrous love

Shall measure all my days

And as it never shall remove

So neither shall my praise