Sunday, December 11, 2005

Sunday Hymn

I remember hearing this song at Heritage Bible Church in Greenville, SC. It had been set to a recent arrangement, which I remember as lilting, haunting, and comforting all at the same time.

My Shepherd will supply my need:
Jehovah is His Name;
In pastures fresh He makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.
He brings my wandering spirit back
When I forsake His ways,
And leads me, for His mercy’s sake,
In paths of truth and grace.

When I walk through the shades of death
His presence is my stay;
One word of His supporting grace
Drives all my fears away.
His hand, in sight of all my foes,
Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
His oil anoints my head.

The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days;
O may Thy house be my abode,
And all my work be praise.
There would I find a settled rest,
While others go and come;
No more a stranger, nor a guest,
But like a child at home.

Words by Isaac Watts, 1719.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Will said...

Yes, this is a wonderful song.
The arrangement you're talking about is by Mack Wilberg, the conductor (if I remember correctly) of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. A very talented man, if not a believer.
The final lines of the poem, especially in his setting, always bring me to tears. It's hard to sing.

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