Jesus, our wonderful Shepherd

Brought us right out of the fold

Into His pasture so plenteous,

Into His riches untold.

In the divisions He sought us,

Weary and famished for food;

Into the good land He brought us,

Oh, to our spirit how good!

Jesus Himself is our pasture,

He is the food that we eat;

We as His sheep are fed richly

Each time, whenever we meet.

Dwell we here on a high mountain,

Wet with the morning-fresh dew,

Slaking our thirst at the fountain,

Water so living and new.

Christ is our rest and enjoyment,

Here we have nothing to fear;

Here all the sheep dwell securely,

Kept by His presence so dear.