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 stay;
one word of thy supporting breath
drives all my cares away.
Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
doth still my table spread;
my cup with blessings overflows,
thy 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 or a guest,
but like a child at home,
but like a child at home.

Words: Psalm 23, paraphrased by Isaac Watts (1719)
Music: American Folk Melody, arr. David Koehring