| 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. |
