1 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.

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 furnished
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.