Psalm 23

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: 

He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: 

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, 

I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me; 

Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: 

Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. 

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: 

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

When I see the Lord as my Shepherd, I see myself as a needy, dependent, rebellious, foolish sheep, and I see Christ as the One who protects me, leads me, feeds me, restrains me, carries me, chastens me. I trust Him, I know His voice, I follow Him.

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 spread'st a table in my sight; 

Thine unction grace bestoweth; 

And O the transport of delight 

With which my cup o'erfloweth!

And so through all the length of days 

Thy goodness faileth never: 

Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise 

Within Thy house forever! 

--Henry W. Baker

(And here is my favorite arrangement of "The King of Love My Shepherd Is"...)