The Lord is my shepherd; No need does He deny; In lush pastures
He sets me down; By tranquil streams
The Lord restores For His name’s sake My spirits When they are low; Along right paths He guides me Urging me to follow.
Were I to stumble into a gorge
Where death had cast its pall
Your Presence would dispel my fear
And ever I’d walk tall; Your rod and staff assuring me I’d never again fall.
You set for me
A table place —
I eat without a qualm — Surrounded by enemies Resolved to do me harm.
With oil of the purest kind My head
You have anointed;
A cup of blessing Overfull
For me You have appointed.
May grace and kindness Pursue me all my days That I may dwell in the Lord’s house, Remaining there always.