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 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;
O may Thy house be my abode, 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.
- Isaac Watts 1674-1748
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