1 My Shepherd will supply my need,
Jehovah is your name;
in pastures fresh you makes me feed,
beside the living stream.
He brings my wand'ring spirit back.
when I forsake your ways;
and leads me, for your mercy's sake,
in paths of truth and grace.
2 When I walk throught 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 me all my days;
oh, 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.
