1. My Shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah in His name. In pastures fresh He makes me feed Beside the living stream. He brings my wand'ring spirit back When I forsake His eyes, And lead me, for His mercy's sake, In path of truth and grace. 2. When I walk through shades of death, Thy presence is my stay; A word of Thy supporting breathDrives all my fear away. Thy hand in sight of all my foes Doth still my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, Thine oil anoint my head. 3. The sure provision of my God Attend me all my day; O may Thy house be mine above And all my work be praise. There would I find a settled rest While others go and come; No more a stranger or guest, But like a child at home.