1650 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. Psalm 23:1 The Lord’s my Shepherd 1650 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. Psalm 23:1

Our oldest hymnal is the book of Psalms and Christians throughout history have wanted to obey the biblical injunction to praise the Lord using Calvin “psalms, hymms and spiritual songs” (Ephesians 5:19; Colossians 3:16)

John Calvin quoting Augustine wrote, “We shall not find better songs nor more fitting for the purpose than the Psalms of David which the Holy Spirit spoke. … And moreover, when we sing them, we are certain that God puts in our mouths these, as if He Himself were singing in us to exalt His glory”.

But the Psalms were originally written in Hebrew and when translated they don’t typically have the rhyme or rhythm for easy singing. In the early 1640’s Francis Rouse, an English Puritan rendered all the 150 Psalms from the Hebrew into metrical English. The General Assembly of the Church of Scotland meeting in Edinburgh took Rouse’s translation and submitted it to revision committees. These committees spent 6 years compaing the metered Psalms with the original Hebrew seeking to develop a singable translation that was accurate to the original Hebrew. They worked painstakingly as if creating a new translation of the Bible.

Finally in 1650, the Scottish Psalter was released and approved for congregations in the Church of Scotland. Its full title was “The Psalms of David in Meter: Newly translated and diligently compared with the original text and former translations; More plain, smooth and agreeable to the Text, than any heretofore.

Though the Scottish Psalter of 1650 is one of the great treasures of hymnody, the only portion widely sung beyond Scotland is its beautiful rendition of Psalm 23, set to the tune of “Crimond” which begins: The Lord’s my shepherd I’ll not want He makes me down to lie In pastures green, He leadeth me The quiet waters by

The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want; He makes me down to lie In pastures green; He leadeth me The quiet waters by.

My soul He doth restore again, And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, E’en for His own name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale, Yet will I fear no ill; For Thou art with me, and Thy rod And staff my comfort still.

My table Thou hast furnished me In presence of my foes; My head Thou dost with oil anoint, And my cup overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my life Shall surely follow me; And in God’s house forevermore, My dwelling place shall be.