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.
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 prsence 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.
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