1.

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.

2.

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.

3.

The sure provisions of my God

Attend my all my days;

O may thy house be mine 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.