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,
Even For His Own Name’s Sake.

Yea, Though I Walk In Death’s Dark Vale,
Yet Will I Fear None 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 Thou Dost With Oil 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.