US hymn 664



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;

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 overflows,

Thy oil anoints my head.


The sure provisions of my God

Attend me all my days;

Oh, may thy house be mine 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.