The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall lack no good things.
He makes me lie down in pastures of green,
And leads by still waters, that quiet my soul.
As He leads me in righteousness, Thine ways I shall know.
Though I walk through this valley of the shadow of death,
I will not fear evil, You are with me yet;
Your rod and your staff are the comfort I need.
You set a table in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint me with oil, so my cup overflows.
And even then goodness and mercy follow.
And when all the days of my life have been passed,
I will dwell in the house of my Lord at last.
I will dwell in the house of my Lord at last.