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, Thy oil anoints my head. The sure provision of my God Attend me all my days; Oh, 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.

– Isaac Watts (1674-1748) paraphrase of Psalm 23,