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 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, Attend me all my days
Oh, may thy house be mine abode
And all, and all my work be praise
There would I find a settled rest
While others go and come
No more a stranger nor a guest
But like a child at home
No more a stranger nor a guest
But like a child at home
But like a child at home
No more a stanger, nor a guest
But like a child at home

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