My Shepherd will Supply my Need

This hymn of faith in God was written by English Congregational minister, hymn writer, theologian, and logician Issac Watts (1674–1748), inspired by Psalm 23.

It was originally published in "The Psalms of David" in 1719, and many variations of the text have been published since.

With meter 8.6.8.6, tunes it is set to include:
  • RESIGNATION, published in W Walker's Southern Harmony in 1835- and now the most commonly used tune
  • MONORA by William B. Bradbury, 1863
  • AUDITE AUDIENTES ME by Arthur S. Sullivan, 1875
  • MEDFIELD by William Mather, 1790


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Lyrics

Traditional language

My shepherd will supply my need:
Jehovah is His name;
In pastures fresh He makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.
He brings my wandering 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;
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 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, nor a guest,
But like a child at home.

Modern English

My Shepherd, you supply my need,
most holy is your name;
In pastures fresh you make me feed,
beside the living stream.
You bring my wand'ring spirit back.
when I forsake your ways;
You lead me, for your mercy's sake,
in paths of truth and grace.

When through the shades of death I walk,
your presence is my stay;
One word of your supporting breath
drives all my fears away.
Your hand in sight of all my foes,
does still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
your oil anoints my head.

Your sure provisions gracious God
attend me all my days;
Oh, may your house be my abode,
and all my work be praise.
Here would I find a settled rest,
while others go and come;
No more a stranger, nor a guest,
but like a child at home.

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