1 The Lord himself, the mighty Lord,
vouchsafes to be my Guide;
The Shepherd, by whose constant Care
My wants are all suppy'd.
2 In tender Grass He makes me feed,
And gently there repose;
Then leads me to cool Shades, and where
refreshing Water flows.

3 He does my wandring Soul reclaim,
and, to his endless Praise,
Instruct with humble Zeal to walk
In His most righteous Ways.
4 I pass the gloomy Vale of Death,
from Fear and danger free;
For there his aiding Rod and Staff
defend and comfort me.

5 In Presence of my spiteful Foes
he does My Table spread;
He crowns my Cup with chearful Wine,
with Oil anoints my Head.
6 Since God doth thus His wond'rous love
through all my Life extend,
That Life to Him I will devote,
and in his Temple spend.