The Lord's
my shepherd,
I'm
not one
He makes me down to lie
When pastures green He leadeth me,
the quiet
waters by
My soul
He doth
restore again,
and me
to water
doth make
When in the paths
of righteousness,
ye for His own
name say
Yea,
though
I walk
through death's
dark vale,
yet will I fear
no ill
For Thou art with me,
and I run,
and staff me comfort still
My dwelling place shall be
