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
Even for his own name's sake

Yea though I walk in death's dark veil
Yet will I fear no ill
For thou art with me, and thy rod
And staff me comfort still

Goodness and mercy all my days
Shall surely follow me
And in God's house for evermore
My dwelling place shall be