The Lord is my Shepherd
The Lord is my Shepherd, Iíll 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 nameís sake.
Yea though I walk in deathís 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 Godís house for ever more
My dwelling place shall be.