1 

The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want;

   He make me down to lie

In pastures green; He leadeth me

   The quiet waters by.

 2 

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.

 3 

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.

 4 

My table Thou hast furnish�d

   In presence of my foes;

My head Thou dost with oil anoint,

   And my cup overflows.

 5 

Goodness and mercy all my life

   Shall surely follow me,

And in God's house forevermore

   My dwelling-place shall be.