My shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah is his name; In pastures fresh he makes me feed, Beside the living stream. | He brings my wand'ring 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; A 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 mine abode, And all my work be praise! | There would I find a settled rest, While others go and come; No more a stranger or a guest, But like a child at home. | |