I My shepherd will supply my need,
Jehovah is his name;
In pastures fresh he makes me feed
Beside the living stream.

II 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.

III When I walk through the shades of death,
Thy presence is my stay,
A word of thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.

IV Thy hand in sight of all my foes
Doth still my table spread,
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.

V The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days;
O may thy house be mine abode,
And all my work be praise!

VI 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.