1 My Shepherd will supply my need; 
the Lord God 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. 

2 When I walk through the shades of death, 
your presence is my stay; 
one word of your supporting breath 
drives all my fears away. 
Your hand, in sight of all my foes, 
shall still my table spread; 
my cup with blessings overflows, 
your oil anoints my head. 

3 The sure provisions of my God 
attend me all my days; 
O may your house be my 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.