The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied; Since he is mine and I am his, What can I want beside? | He leads me to the place Where heav'nly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. | If e'er I go astray, He doth my Soul reclaim; And guides me in his own right way, For his most holy name. | While he affords his aid I cannot yield to fear; Though I should walk through death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there. | In sight of all my foes, Thou dost my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head. | The bounties of thy love Shall crown my following days; Nor from thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak thy praise. | |