1 The Lord is only my support,
and he that doth me feed;
How can I then lack any thing,
whereof I stand in need?
2 In pastures green he feedeth me,
where I do safely lie,
And after leads me to the streams
which run most pleasantly.
3 And when I find myself near lost,
then doth he me home take,
conducting me in his right paths,
e'en for his own Name's sake.
4 And though I were e'en at death's door,
yet would I fear no ill;
For both thy rod and shepherd's crook
afford me comfort still.
5 Thou hast my table richly spread
in presence of my foe;
Thou hast my head with balm refreshed,
my cup doth overflow;
6 And finally, while breath doth last,
thy grace shall me defend;
And in the house of God will I
my life for ever spend.
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