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 way
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 strength
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 overflow
Thine oil annoints my head
The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days
O may Thy house be my abode
And all my work be praise
While others go and come
No more a stranger nor a guest
But like a child at home

INVIA LE CORREZIONI