113. The Lord's my Shepherd

1. The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want:

   He maketh me down to lie

   In pastures green; He leadeth me

   The quiet waters by.

2. My soul He doth restore again;

   And me to walk doth make

   Within the paths of righteousness

   E'en for His own Name's sake.

3. 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.

4. My table Thou hast furnished

   In presence of my foes;

   My head Thou dost with oil anoint.

   And my cup overflows.

5. Goodness and mercy all my life

   Shall surely follow me;

   And in God's house for evermore

   My dwelling-place shall be.