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,
He leadeth me, he leadeth me,
The quiet waters by.

2 My soul he doth restore again,
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of blessedness,
Even for his own name's sake,
Within the paths of blessedness,
Even for his own name's sake.

3 Yea, though I pass through shadowed vale,
Yet will I fear no ill;
For thou art with me and thy rod
And staff me comfort still.
Thy rod and staff me comfort still,
And staff me comfort still.

4 My table thou hast furnished
In presence of my foes;
My head with oil thou dost anoint,
And my cup overflows.
My head with oil thou dost anoint,
And my cup overflows.

5 Goodness and mercy all my days
Will surely follow me;
And in my Father's heart always
My dwelling place shall be.
And in my Father's heart always
My dwelling place shall be.