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 through the shades of death, His presence is my stay
One word of His supporting grace drives all my fears away
His hand in sight of all my foes doth still my table spread
My cup with blessing overflows, His oil anoints my head

The sure provisions of my God attend me all my days
O may Thy house be my abode, and all my work be praise
There would I find a settled rest, while others come and go
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 home
At home