My Shepherd is the Lamb,
The living Lord who died;
With all things good I ever am
By Him in love supplied.
The living Lord who died;
With all things good I ever am
By Him in love supplied.
He richly feeds my soul
With blessings from above,
And leads me where the rivers roll
Of everlasting love.
His love so full, so free!
Anoints my head with oil;
Goodness and mercy follow me,
Fruit of His grief and toil.
When faith and hope shall cease,
And love abides alone,
I then shall see Him face to face,
And know as I am known.