THE LORD'S MY SHEPHERD

The Lord t s my shepherd, I'll not want.

He makes me down to lie

In pastures green.

He leadeth me the quiet waters by.

My soul He doth restore again.

and me to walk doth make

Within the paths of righteousness,

Even for His own name's sake.

Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale,

yet will I fear none ill.

For Thou art with me; and thy rod

and staff me comfort still.

My table Thou hast furnished

in presence of my foes.

My head Thou dost with oil anoint,

and my cup overflows.          

Goodness and mercy all my life

shall surely follow me.

 And in God's house for evermore my dwelling-place shall be.

Taken from THE WAY OF LIFE POSTAL BIBLE MAGAZINE June 1966.