The Lords 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 names 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 has furnished In presence
of my foes; My head Thou dost with oil
annoint,
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.