1. The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not

The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want 29 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, E’en for 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 has furnished In presence of my foes; My head Thou dost with oil anoint And my cup over flows

Goodness and mercy all my life Shall surely follow me, And in God’s house for ever more My dwelling place shall be