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 wander then Within the paths of righteousness in Holy's own namesake Yea though I walk in d**hs dark veil yet will I fear non ill For thou art with me and thy rod and staff it comforts still My table thou has furnished in presence of my fools My head thou does with oil anoint and my cup overflows