The Lord’s My Shepherd (Psalm 23)

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 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 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.