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.
2
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.
3
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 my comfort still.
4
My
table Thou hast furnished
In
presence of my foes;
My
head Thou dost with oil anoint,
And
my cup overflows.
5
Goodness
and mercy all my life
Shall
surely follow me;
And
in God’s house forevermore
My
dwelling place shall be.