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 forHis own Name’s sake.

3 Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale,
Yet will I fear none ill,
For Thou art with me and Thy rod
And staff me comfort still.

4 A table Thou hast furnished me
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 forever more
My dwelling place shall be.