THE Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied; Since He is mine, and I am His, What can I want beside?
He leads me to the place Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows.
If e’er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim; And guides me in His chosen way, For His most holy name.
While He affords His aid, I cannot yield to fear; Though I should walk through death’s dark shade, My Shepherd will be there.
In spite of all my foes, Thou dost my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, And joy anoints my head.
The bounties of Thy love Shall crown my following days; Nor from Thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak Thy praise.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748