The Lord My Shepherd Is (Watts)

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.