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 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 spite 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; Oh 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.