I know that my redeemer lives
What comfort that sentence gives
He lives, He lives, who once was dead
He lives, my Ever Living Head
He lives triumphant from the grave
He lives eternally to save
He lives my mansion to prepare
He lives to lead me safely there
He lives and grants me daily breath
He lives and I shall conquer death
He lives and while He lives I’ll sing
He lives my Prophet, Priest and King
He lives all glory to His name
He lives my Jesus still the same
Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives
I know that my redeemer lives.
My Shepherd Will Supply My Need
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.
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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.