1 My Shepherd is the living Lord,
nothing therefore I need:
In pastures fair, near pleasant streams,
he setteth me to feed.

2 He shall convert and glad my soul,
and bring my mind in frame
To walk in paths of righteousness
for his most holy Name.

3 Yea, though I walk in vale of death,
yet will I fear no ill:
Thy rod and staff do comfort me,
and thou art with me still.

4 And in the presence of my foes
My table thou shalt spread
Thou wilt fill full my cup, and thou
anointed hast my head.

5 Through all my life thy favor is
so frankly showed to me
That in thy house for evermore
my dwelling place shall be.