The Lord's my Shepherd; I'll not want;
He makes me down to lie
In the pastures green; He leadeth me
The quiet waters by.
My soul restored, He leadeth me
In paths of righteousness;
And gently leads me all the way
His dear name to bless.
Though thru death's valley I must walk
My heart shall know no fear;
With rod and staff He comforts me,
I know He's ever near.
Thou preparest a table before me
In the presence of my foes;
Thou anointest my head with oil,
My cup with joy o'er flows.
Now surely, goodness and mercy
Shall follow me all my days,
Then I will dwell in the House of the Lord
And forever sing His praise.