My Shepherd Is the Living Lord

My Shepherd is the living Lord
nothing therefore I need;
in pastures fair, near pleasant streams
he setteth me to feed.
He brings my wand'ring 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;
a 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 blessings overflows,
thine oil anoints my head.

The sure provisions of my God
attend me all my days;
O may thy house be mine 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.