...[W]e're back again to Good Shepherd Sunday, celebrated in many churches on the Fourth Sunday of Easter. If it was observed in your church, you undoubtedly heard Psalm 23, perhaps in more than one format or setting. It's certainly the most paraphrased psalm I've presented here, and we have not run out of them yet! ....
We sang the hymn to this tune, here performed by the Choir of Washington National Cathedral
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
Thy presence is my stay;
One word of Thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.
Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine 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.
Conjubilant with Song: I Drink From Their Plenty, My Shepherd Will Supply My Need