The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me down to lie
In pastures green He leadeth me
The quiet waters by.
His yoke is easy; His burden is light.
I’ve found it so; I’ve found it so.
He leadeth me by day and by night
Where living waters flow.
My soul crieth out:
Restore me again,
And give me the strength to take
The narrow path of righteousness,
E’en for His own name’s sake.
Yea, tho’ I should walk the valley of death,
Yet why should I fear from ill?
For Thou art with me, and Thy rod
And staff me comfort still.