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)