1.My Shepherd will supply my need,Jehovah is His name.In pastures fresh He makes me feedBeside the living stream.He brings my wand’ring spirit backWhen 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,Thy presence is my stay;A word of Thy supporting breathDrives all my fears away.Thy hand in sight of all my foesDoth still my table spread;My cup with blessings overflows,Thine oil anoints my head.3.The sure provisions of my GodAttend me all my days;O may Thy house be mine abodeAnd all my work be praise.There would I find a settled restWhile others go and come;No more a stranger or a guest,But like a child at home.