The Lord's 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,

E’en for his own name’s sake.

Yea though I walk in death’s dark vale,

Yet will I fear none ill,

For thou art with me and they rod

And staff me comfort still.


My table thou has furnished

In presence of my foes,

My head thou dost with oil anoint,

And my cup overflows.


Goodness and mercy all my life,

Shall surely follow me,

And in God’s house for evermore

My dwelling place shall be.


The Lord’s My Shepherd