The Lord my Shepherd is,

I shall be well supplied;

Since he is mine and I am his,

What can I want beside?

He leads me to the place

Where heav'nly pasture grows,

Where living waters gently pass,

And full salvation flows.

If e'er I go astray,

He doth my Soul reclaim;

And guides me in his own right way,

For his most holy name.

While he affords his aid

I cannot yield to fear;

Though I should walk through death's dark shade,

My Shepherd's with me there.

In sight of all my foes,

Thou dost my table spread;

My cup with blessings overflows,

And joy exalts my head.

The bounties of thy love

Shall crown my following days;

Nor from thy house will I remove,

Nor cease to speak thy praise.