1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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 nor a guest, But like a child at home.