My shepherd will supply my need
My shepherd will supply my need:Jehovah is His name;In pastures fresh He makes me feed,Beside the living stream.He brings my wandering spirit backWhen 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 deathThy presence is my stay;One word of Thy supporting breathDrives 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 GodAttend me all my days;O 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.