My Shepherd will supply my need,
Jehovah
in His name.
In
pastures fresh He makes me feed
Beside
the living stream.
He
brings my wand’ring spirit back
When
I forsake His eyes,
And
lead me, for His mercy’s sake,
In
path of truth and grace.
2
When
I walk through shades of death,
Thy
presence is my stay;
A
word of Thy supporting breath
Drives
all my fear away.
Thy
hand in sight of all my foes
Doth
still my table spread;
My
cup with blessings overflows,
Thine
oil anoint my head.
3
The
sure provision of my God
Attend
me all my day;
O
may Thy house be mine above
And
all my work be praise.
There
would I find a settled rest
While
others go and come;
No
more a stranger or guest,
But
like a child at home.