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; 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.