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

       He make 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 no ill;

    For Thou art with me, and Thy rod

       And staff me comfort still.

 4  My table Thou hast furnish鑔

       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 forevermore

       My dwelling-place shall be.