My Shepherd, You Supply My Need

1     My Shepherd, you supply my need;
        most holy is your name.
        In pastures fresh you make me feed,
        beside the living stream.
        You bring my wand'ring spirit back
        when I forsake your ways,
        and lead me, for your mercy's sake,
        in paths of truth and grace.
 
2     When I walk through the shades of death,
        your presence is my stay;
        one word of your supporting breath
        drives all my fears away.
        Your hand, in sight of all my foes,
        does still my table spread;
        my cup with blessings overflows,
        your oil anoints my head.
 
3     The sure provisions of my God
        attend me all my days;
        oh, may your house be my abode
        and all my work be praise.
        Here would I find a settled rest,
        while others go and come;
        no more a stranger or a guest,
        but like a child at home.
 
Text: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748, alt., based on Psalm 23