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 thru 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 foe 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 mine abode And all my work be praise There I would 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 (But like a child at) But like a child at home