1 The Lord my shepherd is, I shall be well supply'd; Since he is mine, and I am his, What can I want beside?
2 He leads me to the place Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows.
3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim, And guides me in his own right way, For his most holy name.
4 While he affords his aid, I cannot yield to fear; Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade My Shepherd's with me there.
5 In spite of all my foes, Thou dost my table spread, My cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head.
6 The bounties of thy love Shall crown my following days; Nor from thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak thy praise.