My Shepherd Will Supply My Need

My Shepherd, will supply my need;

The sure provisions of my God

When I walk through the shades of death,

attend me all my days;

His presence is my stay;

Jehovah is His name.

Oh, may His house be my abode

In pastures fresh He makes me feed,

A word of His supporting breath

beside the living stream.

drives all my fears away.

and all my work be praise!

His hand, in sight of all my foes,

He brings my wand'ring spirit back

There would I find a settled rest,

does still my table spread;

when I forsake His ways,

(while others go and come);

My cup with blessings overflows,

And leads me, for His mercy's sake,

No more a stranger or a guest,

in paths of truth and grace.

His oil anoints my head.

but like a child at home.