1. 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.
2. 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 my comfort still.
3. Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me;
And in God's house forevermore
My dwelling place shall be. |