Lyrics

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 E'en 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 me comfort still My table Thou hast furnished In presence of my foes