The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want

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 furnished

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 forevermore

My dwelling-place shall be.