Jesus, where'er your people meet,
there they behold your mercy seat;
where'er they seek you, you are found,
and ev'ry place is hallowed ground.

For you, within no walls confined,
are dwelling in the humble mind;
such ever bring you where they come,
and going, take you to their home.

Jesus, Savior, great Example,
Pattern of all purity,
I would follow in thy footsteps,
Daily growing more like thee.
More like thee, more like thee;
Savior, this my constant prayer shall be—
Day by day, where'er I stay,
Make me more and more like thee

Faith of the martyrs, living still
in spite of dungeon, fire, and sword;
oh, how our hearts beat high with joy
whene’er we hear that glorious word!
Faith of the martyrs, holy faith,
we will be true to thee till death.

The martyrs chained in prison cells
were still in heart and conscience free,
and bless’d would be their children’s fate
if they, like them, should die for thee!

The King of love my shepherd is, 
whose goodness faileth never. 
I nothing lack if I am his, 
and he is mine forever.

Where streams of living water flow, 
my ransomed soul he leadeth; 
and where the verdant pastures grow, 
with food celestial feedeth.

Perverse and foolish, oft I strayed, 
but yet in love he sought me; 
and on his shoulder gently laid, 
and home, rejoicing, brought me.

In death's dark vale I fear no ill, 
with thee, dear Lord, beside me; 
thy rod and staff my comfort still, 
thy cross before to guide me.

Thou spreadst a table in my sight; 
thy unction grace bestoweth; 
and oh, what transport of delight 
from thy pure chalice floweth!

And so through all the length of days, 
thy goodness faileth never; 
Good Shepherd, may I sing thy praise 
within thy house forever

He’s the shelter in my storm.
He’s the shade when I am worn.
He’s the shield in my grief
when there’s no relife
He’s the Shepherd of my soul

Bless the Lord, O bless the Lord.
Bless the Shepherd of my soul.
In the pasture sweet, in the valley deep,
bless the Shepherd of my soul.

He receives me when I call.
He restores me when I fall.
He pursues when I sin,
though I’ve fled from Him.
He’s the Shepherd of my soul.
He’s the Lamb whose blood was shed.
He’s the lifter of my head.
He rewards me with rest—
first in life, then death;
He’s the Shepherd of my soul.

Savior, like a shepherd lead us,
Much we need Thy tender care;
In Thy pleasant pastures feed us,
For our use Thy folds prepare:
Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus,
Thou hast bought us, Thine we are;
Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus,
Thou hast bought us, Thine we are.

We are Thine, do Thou befriend us,
Be the guardian of our way;
Keep Thy flock, from sin defend us,
Seek us when we go astray:
Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus,
Hear, O hear us when we pray;
Blessèd Jesus, blessèd Jesus,
Hear, O hear us when we pray.

Jesus the shepherd of my soul
All of my needs supplies
By living waters gives me rest
Keeping me by His side
Bringing my wandering spirit back
When I forsake His ways
Leading me for His mercy's sake
In paths of truth and grace

Jesus the shepherd of my soul
When in the valley deep
Death like a shadow hides my way
Still You are leading me
I will not fear the darkest hour
Faithful You will remain
Comforting with Your rod and staff
Driving my fears away

Jesus the shepherd of my soul
Keeping me from all harm
Ever until He leads me home
Safely into His arms
When I behold Him face to face
Then I will look and see
Goodness and mercy from His hand
Surely have followed me

When I behold Him face to face
Then I will look and see
Goodness and mercy from His hand
Surely have followed me
Surely have followed me

Be strong and valiant for the truth,
Resist the tempter’s luring pow’r;
Shun all the avenues of sin,
And trust in God each day and hour. 
Be strong, and firmly trust,
In God through every test;
Be true, and fearless stand,
And with His grace and strength be blest. 

Jesus draw me ever nearer
As I labour through the storm.
You have called me to this passage,
And I'll follow, though I'm worn.

May this journey bring a blessing,
May I rise on wings of faith;
And at the end of my heart's testing,
With Your likeness let me wake.

Jesus guide me through the tempest;
Keep my spirit staid and sure.
When the midnight meets the morning,
Let me love You even more.

Let the treasures of the trial
Form within me as I go -
And at the end of this long passage,
Let me leave them at Your throne.

Hear the voice of our Commander standing firm,
Holy pilgrims, take the armor, standing firm;
Shod in gospel preparation,
Sword and helmet of salvation,
Meekly hold the true position, standing firm. 
Fear not, brethren, firm and true,
Whate’er thy foe may be;
Jesus fought the battle through,
And gives to us the victory.