1. The Lord my Shepherd is,
I shall be well supplied;
Since he is mine and I am his,
What can I want beside?

2. He leads me to the place
Where heavenly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.

3. While he affords his aid
I cannot yield to fear;
Though I should walk through death's dark shade,
My Shepherd's with me there.

4. Amid surrounding foes,
He does my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
And joy exalts my head.