My shepherd is the Lord my God
What can I want beside
He leads me where green pastures are
And where cool waters hide
He will refresh my soul again
When I am faint and sore
And guide my step for His name’s sake
In right paths evermore
Though I should walk the vale of death
I should not know a fear
Thy rod and staff they comfort me
Thou, Lord, art ever near
A table Thou hast spread for me
In presence of my foes
Thou dost anoint my head with oil
My cup, Lord, overflows
Thy goodness and Thy mercy, Lord
Will surely follow me
And in Thy house forevermore
My dwelling place shall be