The Lord's My Shepherd

1The Lord's my Shepherd,
I'll not want;
He makes me down to lie In pastures green;
He leadeth me The quiet waters by,
The quiet waters by,

2My soul He doth restore again;
And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness,
Even for His own name's sake.
Even for His own name's sake.

3Yea, 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.
And staff me comfort still.

4My table Thou hast furnished In presence of my foes;
My head Thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup overflows.
And my cup overflows.

5Goodness and mercy all my life Shall surely follow me;
And in God's house forevermore My dwelling place shall be.
My dwelling place shall be.