The Lord’s My Shepherd

The Lord’s My Shepherd: I’ll Not Want.
He Makes Me Down To Lie
In Pastures Green: He Leaded Me
The Quiet Waters By.

My Soul He Doth Restore Again,
And Me To Walk Doth Make
Within The Paths Of Righteousness,
Even For His Own Name’s Sake.

Yea, Though I Walk Through 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 With Oil Thou Dost Anoint
And My Cup Overflows.

Goodness And Mercy All My Life
Shall Surely Follow Me;
And In God’s House For Evermore
My Dwelling-Place Shall Be.