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.