Hymnology - Songs of Praise
My Shepherd You Supply My Need (Hymn 175) - S4:E18 - Hymnology
Episode 18
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5m 4s
1. 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,
And lead me, for Your mercy’s sake,
in paths of truth and grace.
2. When I walk through the shades of death,
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.
3. The sure provisions of my 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 or a guest,
but like a child at home.
Words: Isaac Watts
Music: Traditional Scottish Melody
Vocalists: Sara DiSalvo, Jaz Hoffman, Andie Johnson
Instrumentalists: Cathy Biagini, Mark Rice - Piano
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