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 Even for His own name's sake Yea, though I walk through death's dark vale Yet will I fear no 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 forevermore My dwelling place shall be