The Lord is my Shepherd, nor want shall I know;
I feed in green pastures, safe-folded I rest;
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,
Restores me when wandering, redeems when opprest.
Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray,
Since Thou art my guardian no evil I fear;
Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my stay;
No harm can befall, with my Comforter near.
In the midst of affliction my table is spread;
With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er;
With perfume and oil, Thou anointest my head;
O! what shall I ask of Thy Providence more?
Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God!
Still follow my steps, till I meet Thee above:
I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod
Through the land of their sojourn, Thy kingdom of love.
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