Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 4
My table Thou hast furnished
In presence of my foes;
My head Thou dost with oil aniont
And my cup overflows.
Verse 5
Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me,
And in God’s house for evermore
My dwelling place shall be.
Whitting ham and Rous.