My shep­herd is the Lord who knows my needs,
And I am blest;
By qui­et streams, in pas­tures green, He leads
And makes me rest.
My soul He saves and for His own name’s sake
He guides my feet the paths of right to take.

Though in death’s vale and sha­dow be my way
I fear no ill,
For Thou art near, Thy rod and staff my stay
And com­fort still.
My ta­ble Thou dost spread before my foes,
My head Thou dost an­oint, my cup o’er­flows.

The good­ness and the mer­cy that have aye
Upon me shone
Shall sure­ly fol­low me through all the way
Till life is done;
And ev­er­more Je­ho­vah’s house shall be
My dwell­ing place through all eter­ni­ty.