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,
does 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;
O may Thy house be my 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.
Sometimes you find something you just have to share. – TjL