Ancient, Poets

The God Of Love My Shepherd – George Herbert

The God of love my shepherd is,

And he that doth me feed:

While he is mine and I am his,

What can I want or need?

He leads me to the tender grasse,

Where I both feed and rest;

Then to the streams that gently passe:

In both I have the best.

Or if I stray, he doth convert,

And bring my minde in frame:

And all this not for my desert,

But for his holy name.

Yea, in deaths shadie black abode

Well may I walk, not fear:

For thou art with me, and thy rod

To guide, thy staffe to bear.

Nay, thou dost make me sit and dine,

Ev’n in my enemies’ sight;

My head with oyl, my cup with wine

Runnes over day and night.

Surely thy sweet and wondrous love

Shall measure all my dayes;

And as it never shall remove,

So neither shall my praise.


  • George Herbert (1593-1633AD)