1 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.
2 My soul he doth restore again;
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,
Ev’n for his own name’s sake.
3 Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale,
Yet will I fear none ill,
For thou art with me; and thy rod
And staff me comfort still.
4 My table thou hast furnished
In presence of my foes;
My head thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup overflows.
5 Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me:
And in God’s house for evermore
My dwelling-place shall be.
|First Line:||The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want|
|Title:||The Lord Is My Shepherd|
|Author:||Francis Rous (1650)|
|Author:||Sir William Mure|
|Topic:||Comfort; Guidance and Care|
|Source:||Scottish Psalter, 1650 (based on)|
|Notes:||Other authors also|