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 Blessedness, e’en for His own Name’s sake.
Yea, though I pass through shadowed vale, yet will I fear no ill;
For Thou art with me, and Thy Rod and Staff me comfort still.
My table Thou hast furnishèd in presence of my foes;
My head with oil Thou dost anoint, and my cup overflows.
Goodness and mercy all my days will surely follow me;
And in my Father’s heart always my dwelling place shall be.