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.
When I walk through the shades of death,
Thy presence is my stay;
A 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 mine abode,
And all my work be praise!
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.