Jesus my shepherd, beloved most fair
Just the pleasure of knowing You
Fills all of my desires
Riches I’ll heed not, nor man’s empty praise
If You’ll be my inheritance always
Your angels attend me You shelter me round
Like the Cedars of Lebanon
When I lay me down
Like rivers of mercy, Your Spirit poured free
Is the oil of anointing on me.

These are the words I will sing to You
Beloved and most fair. (Pnp 5,15)