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, tho' 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 furnishèd
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.