My Shepherd You Supply My Need (Hymn 175) - S4:E18 - Hymnology
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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
Hymnology was produced by Grace Productions in partnership with Hymns of Grace. Hymns of Grace exist to assist believers in their corporate and private worship of God. For more information about Hymns of Grace, visit: https://hymnsofgrace.com
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