My Shepherd Will Supply My Need

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;

One word of Thy sup­port­ing breath

Drives all my fears away.

Thy hand in sight of all my foes

Doth still 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 would I find a set­tled rest

While oth­ers go and come;

No more a strang­er

nor a guest

But like a child at home.