The Lord’s My Shepherd

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 a gain,
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,
Even for His own name's sake.
Yea, 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.
My table Thou hast furnished
In presence of my foes;
My head Thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup over flows.
Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me;
And in God's house forevermore,
My dwelling place shall be.