The good shepherd walks on the mountain so steep
Never stopping to rest, never stopping to sleep
Looking to find his little lost sheep
Bringing wanderers home there safely to keep
He restoreth my soul in the valley of death
Prepares me a table, anointed my head
His rod and his staff, they comfort me
I’ll follow the shepherd wherever he leads
Now a little white lamb in the good shepherd’s herd
Grazing pastures of plenty, led by his word
I drink from still waters, I’m fed by his hand
He is my shepherd, I am his lamb
He restoreth my soul in the valley of death
Prepares me a table, anointed my head
His rod and his staff, they comfort me
I’ll follow the shepherd wherever he leads
(Repeat chorus again)
I’ll follow the shepherd wherever he leads