Lord’S My Shepherd


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,
Even
for
His
own
Name’s
sake.
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
my
comfort
still.
My
table
Thou
hast
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
forevermore
My
dwelling
place
shall
be.