546. The Lord's My Shepherd

The Lord’s my shepherd, I’ll not want He makes me down to lie In pastures green; he leadeth me The quiet waters by. He leadeth me, He leadeth me The quiet waters by. My soul he doth restore again And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness Even for his own name’s sake. Within the paths of righteousness Even for his own name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through death’s dark vale Yet will I fear no ill For thou art with me, and thy rod And staff me comfort still. 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 overflows. 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 My dwelling-place shall be. And in God’s house for evermore My dwelling-place shall be.