My Shepherd will supply my need: Jehovah is His name; In Pastures fresh He makes me feed, Beside the living stream. 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. When I walk through the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay; A 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 or a guest, But like a child at home.