Words: Isaac Watts
1 My Shepherd will supply my need: Jehovah is His Name; In pastures fresh He makes me feed, Beside the living stream. 2 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. 3 When I walk through the shades of death His presence is my stay; One word of His supporting grace Drives all my fears away. 4 His hand, in sight of all my foes, Doth still my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, His oil anoints my head. 5 The sure provisions of my God Attend me all my days; O may Thy house be my abode, And all my work be praise. 6 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.