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 in death’s dark vale,
 yet will I fear no ill;
 for Thou art with me; and Thy rod
 and staff my comfort still.

 My table Thou hast furnishèd
 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.

Mel : Jessie Seymour Irvine 1862 [CRIMOND]
Text: Francis Rous 1650 "The Lord’s My Shepherd"
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