The Lord My Shepherd Is

1The Lord my shepherd is, whom he fills,
Casts down whom he would raise;
He quickens whom the letter kills,
Exalting thus his praise.

2When he applies his healing blood
Unto a sin-sick soul,
This balm, powerful, precious, good,
Ne'er fails to make it whole.

3On us he spent his life and blood,
Our losses to retrieve;
Man's redemption now holds good
For sinner's who believe.