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 sight of all 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 I would find a settled rest,
While others go and come;
No more a stranger or a guest,
But like a child at home.
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