The Lord Is My Shepherd

The Lord is my shepherd
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall 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 the valley of death
Yet will I fear no ill
For he is with me, his rod and his staff
Yes they comfort me still

My table he has furnished in the presence of my foes
My head he has with oil anointed
And fill my cup till it over flows

Goodness and mercy all of my life
Shall surely follow me
And in God's house forever more, my dwelling place shall be
And in God's house forevermore, my dwelling place shall be