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 name;
He 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 blessing overflows, Thine 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.
— isaac watts (1674-1748)
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