My Shepherd will supply my need
Jehovah is His name
In pastures fresh, He makes me feed
Beside the living stream
He brings my wandering spirit back
When I forsake His ways
And leads me, for His mercy's sake
In paths of truth and grace
When I walk through the shades of death
Thy presence is my stay
One word of Thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away
Thy hand, in sight of all my foes
Doth still my table spread
My cup with blessings overflows
Thine oil anoints my head
The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days
O may Thy house be my abode
And all my work be praise
There would I find a settled rest
While others go and come
No more a stranger nor a guest
But like a child at home
