The Lord's My Shepherd, I'll Not Want
The Lord's my shep-herd, I'll not want;
He makes me down to lie
In pas-tures green; He lead-eth me
The qui-et wa-ters by.
My soul He doth re-store a-gain,
And me to walk doth make
With-in the paths of right-eous-ness,
E'en for His own name's sake.
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 com-fort still.
My ta-ble Thou hast fur-nish-ed
In pres-ence of my foes;
My head Thou dost a-noint,
And my cup o-ver-flows.
Good-ness and mer-cy all my life
Shall sure-ly fol-low me,
And in God's house for-ev-er-more
My dwell-ing place shall be.