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 Spirit he restores again;
My life he does reclaim,
He guides me into righteousness,
To glorify his name.
Although I walk in death’s dark vale,
Yet will I fear no ill;
For you are with me; and your rod
And staff my comfort still.
My table you have well prepared,
In presence of my foes;
My head you do 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.
The Lord’s My Shepherd, I’ll Not Want Lyrics