the lords my shepherd

The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want;

He makes me down to lie

In pastures green; He leadeth me

The quiet waters by.




My soul He doth restore again;

And me to walk doth make

Within the paths of righteousness,

E'en for His own name's sake.




Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale,

Yet will I fear no ill;

For Thou art with me; and Thy rod

And staff me comfort still.




My table Thou hast furnishèd

In presence of my foes;

My head Thou dost with oil anoint,

And my cup overflows.




Goodness and mercy all my life

Shall surely follow me;

And in God's house forever more

My dwelling place shall be