The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know;

I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest;

He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,

Restores me when wandering, redeems when opprest.

2 Through the valley and shadow of death tho’ I stray,

Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear;

Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay;

No harm can befall, with my comforter near.

3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread;

With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o’er;

With perfume and oil thou anointest my head;

O what shall I ask of thy providence more?

4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God!

Still follow my steps till I meet thee above;

I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod,

Through the land of their sojourn, thy kingdom of love.