Who is this Jesus, whose voice the winds obey? What manner of Man is this? Who with a word can calm the angry seas And still the tempest in my breast? Who is this Man who opens sightless eyes And gives my longing spirit light? At whose command the multitude is fed? Who fills me with the bread of life? He is my Shepherd; He calls me by my name And bids me rest safe within His fold And I will stand as witness of His everlasting love My Lord, my God; the Shepherd of my soul Who is this Jesus the world has set at naught? This Healer whose pow'r I know? At whose command the lame rise up and walk? Whose mighty hand has made me whole? Who is this Man who seeks me when I stray? Who hears my every anguished cry? Who bears my grief, who suffers all my pain And returns to me unmeasured joy? He is my Shepherd; He calls me by my name And bids me rest safe within His fold And I will stand as witness of His everlasting love My Lord, my God; the Shepherd of my soul