This week's Music Monday is My Shepherd Will Supply My Need - lyrics by the great English hymnwriter Isaac Watts and the tune (Resignation) by American composer William Bradbury. This rendition is sung by the Baylor A Capella Choir.
Enjoy!
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LYRICS (based on Psalm 23)
1. 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;
and leads me, for his mercy's sake,
in paths of truth and grace.
2. When I walk through the shades of death,
Thy presence is my stay;
A 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.
3. 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 or a guest,
but like a child at home.
Enjoy!
Click to go below the page break to see all previous Music Monday posts. Do you have a song you'd like to submit for a future Music Monday? Email me at JamisonFaught@MuskogeePolitico.com.
LYRICS (based on Psalm 23)
1. 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;
and leads me, for his mercy's sake,
in paths of truth and grace.
2. When I walk through the shades of death,
Thy presence is my stay;
A 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.
3. 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 or a guest,
but like a child at home.
