The Lord's My Shephered

The Lord's my Shephard, I'll not want
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green, He leadeth me
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
Within the paths of righteousness
E'en for His own names sake
Yea, though I walk through death's dark vale
Yet will I fear no ill
For thou art with me, and thy rod
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
My head thou dost with oil anoint
And my cup overflows.
Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me,
And in God's house for evermore
And in God's house for evermore
My dwelling-place shall be.
The Lord my Shepherd is,
I shall be well supplied.
Since He is mine and I am His,
What can I want beside?
What can I want beside?
He leads me to the place
Where heav'nly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass
And full salvation flows.
And full salvation flows.
If e'er I go astray,
He doth my soul reclaim
And guides me in His own right way
For His most holy name.
For His most holy name.