1 The Lord’s my shepherd, I’ll not want.
2 He makes me down to lie
In pastures green: he leadeth me
the quiet waters by.
3 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.
4 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.
5 My table thou hast furnished
in presence of my foes;
My head thou dost with oil anoint,
and my cup overflows.
6 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:||Psalm 23: The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want|