THE LORD’S MY SHEPHERD, I’LL NOT WANT

The Lord’s my Shepherd. I’ll not want
He makes me down to lie,
In pastures green, He leadeth me, x2
The quiet waters by.

My soul He does restore again,
And me to walk doth make;
Within the paths of righteousness x2
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 x2
And staff me comfort still.

My table Thou hast furnished.
In presence of my foes,
My head Thou dost with oil anoint, x2
And my cup overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my life,
Shall surely follow me.
And in God’s house, forever more; x2
My dwelling place shall be.