1. My Shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah is his name; In pastures fresh he makes me feed Beside the living stream.
2 He brings my wandering spirit back, When I forsake his ways; And leads me for his mercy's sake, In paths of truth and grace.
3 When I walk thro' the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay; A word of thy supporting breath Drives all my fears away.
4 Thy hand, in spite of all my foes, Doth still my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, Thine oil anoints my head.
5 The sure provisions of my God Attend me all my days; O may thy house be mine abode, And all my work be praise!
6 There would I find a settled rest, (While others go and come) No more a stranger or a guest, But like a child at home.