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 thro' the shades of death,

Thy presence is my stay;

A word of thy supporting breath

Drives all my fears away.

Thy hand, in spite of all my foes,

Doth still my table spread;

My cup with blessings overflows,

Thine oil anoints my head.

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.