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 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.
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First Line: | The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1893 |
Topic: | Christian Life: Trust in God |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Francis Rous. |