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 mercies’ sake
in paths of truth and grace.
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.
The sure provisions of my God
attend me all my days;
O 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.