Gleanings from Psalm 23

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want,

Beside the still waters He leads.

Blessed assurance, comforting thought

That He shall supply all my needs.

Yea, though I walk thro’ death’s dark vale,

No evil can find me there,

For He leadeth His people all the way,

To the Home He has prepared.

Thro’ every hour God’s grace abounds,

As daily life’s journey we take.

Tho’ foes surround on every side,

His rod shall never forsake.

He is a very present help,

in trouble and adversity.

His rod and staff protect His sheep,

As David writes, they comfort me.

A privilege it is indeed,

As day by day our cross we bear,

With persecution ever near.

To know we’re ever in His care.

Tho’ daily food may scanty be.

We feed on Him—the Living Bread,

And thus confess within our hearts,

With oil Thou dost anoint my head.