Last night was the stake Sacred Music fireside, where our ward choir sang My Shepherd Will Supply my Need. We used the Mack Wilberg arrangement that was made for the BYU University Concert Choir. As a thought at the start of it, I found our that Isaac Watts, who wrote the lyrics, was of poor health for much of his life, and lived his last 36 years as a guest in another family's household. That makes the ending lyrics substantially more poignant:
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, nor a guest,
But like a child at home.
