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,
Ev'n for His own name's 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 for evermore
My dwelling-place shall be.