My Shepherd will supply my need,
Jehovah is his name;

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 sight of all my foes
Doth now 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 thine house be mine abode,
And all my work be praise!

~ Isaac Watts

 

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