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.

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