The Lord's my shepherded, I'll 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 walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, E'en of his own name's sake.

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.

My table thou hath furnished In presence of my foes; My head thou dosth with oil anoint And my cup overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my life Shall surely follow me, And in God's house for evermore My dwelling place shall be.