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 blessing 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.
