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 I will fear no ill;
For Thou art with me, and Thy rod and staff they 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.