The Lord's my Shepherd, want I shall not meet;
In verdant pastures I lie down at night;
Beside still waters leadeth he my feet;
He doth restore my soul; in paths of right
For his name's sake he guideth me with care.
Yea, though I pass the shadowy vale of death,
I'll fear no evil; for thou art with me there.
Thy staff supports, thy rod, it comforteth;
Thou spread'st my board in presence of my foe;
Thou dost anoint my head with oil, and fill
My cup to overrunning. Well I know
Goodness and mercy shall pursue me still,
Through all my life long, to forsake me never;
And in thy house, O Lord, will I abide forever!
