The Lord is my Shepherd; I’ll not be in need.
In green pastures He makes me lie down and feed.
By still waters leading, my soul He’ll restore;
In righteous paths He leads me, His name’s sake for.
Through death’s shadowed valley no evil I’ll fear;
You’re with me, your rod and staff’s comfort is near.
You ready a table in front of my foes;
My head You anoint and my cup overflows.
So mercy and goodness shall follow my days:
I’ll dwell in the house of the Lord for always.