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;
    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.
  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 or a guest,
    But like a child at home.