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 prsence 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
