The Lord’s My Shepherd
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
My soul He doth restore again
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness
Even for His own names sake
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
My table Thou hast furnished
In presence of my foes
My head thou dost
With oil anoint
And my cup overflows
Goodness and mercy
All my life
Shall surely follow me
And in God’s house forevermore
My dwelling place shall be.
Psalms 23:1-6
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