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. My soul He doth restore again; And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, E'en for His own name's sake. Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet I will fear no ill; For Thou art with me; and Thy rod And staff they comfort still. My table Thou hast furnishèd 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 forevermore My dwelling-place shall be.