|"My Shepherd Will Supply My Need"
My Shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah is his name;
In pastures fresh he makes me feed beside the living stream.
He brings my wand'ring 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;
One word of thy supporting breath drives all my fears away.
Thy hand, in sight 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;
Oh, may thy house be mine abode and all my work be praise.
There would I find a settled rest, while others go and come;
No more a stranger or a guest, but like a child at home.