Hymn 150 - The Lord’s My Shepherd

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,

For His own dear name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale;

Yet will I fear no ill;

For Thou art with me;

and Thy rod And staff me comfort still.

A table Thou hast furnished me

In presence of my foes;

My head Thou doth 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.