The Lord is my Shepherd

The Lord is 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 path of righteousness

Even for his own name’s sake.

Yea though I walk in death’s dark vale,

Yet will I fear none ill,

For Thou art with me and thy rod

And staff me comfort still.

My table thou hast furnished

In presence of my foes

My head Thou dost with oil anoint

And my cup now overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my life

Shall surely follow me,

And in God’s house for ever more

My dwelling place shall be.