The Lord my shepherd is;

I shall be well supplied:

Since he is mine, and I am his,

What can I want beside?

2 He leads me to the place

Where heavenly pasture grows,

Where living waters gently pass,

And full salvation flows.

3 If e’er I go astray,

He doth my soul reclaim,

And guides me in his own right way,

For his most holy name.

4 While he affords his aid,

I can not yield to fear;

Tho’ I should walk thro’ death’s dark shade,

My shepherd’s with me there.