Lyrics

At the verge of the dawn
When the world is fresh-drawn
A Voice just beyond is calling
And the path where He leads
Finds a pasture of green
A true north where souls are restored

I’m longing to meet Him where goodness and mercy flows
Found in the place prepared beside still waters.
Even amidst the storm, peace we all long for
Lost in the Shepherd’s arms, forevermore.

In the deep shadowland
On a path never planned
When our heart’s foe encamps against us
We can never stray far
From the true Shepherd’s heart
Whose provision grants more than enough

I’m longing to meet Him where goodness and mercy flows
Found in the place prepared beside still waters.
Even amidst the storm, the peace we all long for
Lost in the Shepherd’s arms forevermore

As sure as the morning we’ll rest in the Shepherd’s grace
And one day, we’ll see His face

I’m longing to meet Him where goodness and mercy flows
Found in the place prepared beside still waters.
Even amidst the storm, peace we all long for
Lost in the Shepherd’s arms, forevermore.
Even amidst the storm, the peace we all long for
Lost in the Shepherd’s arms, forevermore