The
Lord's My Shepherd
- 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 none 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 for evermore
My dwelling-place shall be.
- To father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore,
Be glory, as it was, and is,
And shall be evermore. Amen.
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