The Lord Is My Shepherd

The Lord’s my shepherd I’ll not want Henmakes me down to lie in pastures green.

He leadeth me the quet waters by.

My soul He doth restore again and mento walk doth make within the paths innrighteousness E’en for His own name’s sake

Yea, though I walk through deaths darknvale, yet will I fear no ill for thou art withnme and thy rod and staff me comfort still

My table thou art furnished in presencenof my foes my head thou dost with oilnanoint and my cup overfows

Goodness and mercy all my life shallnsurely follow me and in God’s house,nforever more my dwelling place shall be