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,
his presence is my stay;
one word of his supporting breath
drives all my fears away.
His hand, in sight of all my foes,
will still my table spread;
my cup with blessings overflows;
his oil anoints my head.

3 The sure provisions of my God
attend me all my days;
oh, may his 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 or a guest,
but like a child at home.