|The Lord's my Shepherd
The Lordís my Shepherd, Iíll 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 Nameís sake.
Yea, though I walk in deathís dark
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 Godís house for evermore
My dwelling-place shall be.