The Lord my Shepherd is,
Want I shall never know;
In pastures green I down shall lie,
And by still waters go.
My soul He doth restore,
And me with Him doth take
Along the paths of righteousness,
All for His own name’s sake.
Through death’s dark vale I’ll walk,
Nor evil will I fear;
Thy rod and staff they comfort me,
For Thou are ever near.
My table Thou dose spread.
Mine enemies before,
While precious oil anoints my head,
My cup e’en now runs o’er.
Sure all my days shall tell
Of goodness, mercy, grace,
Forever in Thy house I’ll dwell,
O Lord, before Thy face.
ML 06/28/1942