THE Lord my shepherd feeds me,
And I no want shall know;
He in green pastures leads me,
By streams which gently flow.

He doth, when ill betides me,
Restore me from distress;
For His name's sake He guides me
In paths of righteousness.

His rod and staff shall cheer me,
When passing death's dark vale;
My Lord will still be near me,
And I shall fear no ill.

My food He doth appoint me,
Prepared before my foes;
With oil He doth anoint me;
My cup of bliss o'erflows.

His goodness shall not leave me,
His mercy still shall guide,
Till God's house shall receive me,
Forever to abide.