MY Shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah 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.
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 spite 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!
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748