The Lords 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,
Een for His own names sake.
Yea, though I walk in d**hs dark vale,
Yet will I fear no ill;
For Thou art with me, and Thy rod
And staff my comfort still.
Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me;
And in Gods house forevermore,
My dwelling place shall be.