by Virgil Thomson
My Shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah is his Name.
In pastures fresh he makes me feed Beside the living stream.
He brings my wand’ring spirit back When I forsake his ways.
He 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 annoints my head.
The sure provisions of my God Attend me all my days,
O may thy house be my 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.
Westminster Choir College, Rider University, Princeton, New Jersey
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