My faith­ful Shep­herd is the Lord,
Supplying all my needs;
In pas­tures green He makes me rest,
By qui­et wa­ters leads.

He ten­der­ly re­stores my soul
When I am in dis­tress,
And for His name’s sake guides my feet
In paths of right­eous­ness.

Through death’s dark val­ley though I walk,
No ev­il will I fear;
Thy rod and staff will com­fort me,
For Thou art ev­er near.

A ta­ble Thou dost spread for me
In pre­sence of my foes;
Thou hast an­oint­ed me with oil,
My cup of joy o’er­flows.

Through life Thy good­ness and Thy grace
Shall dai­ly fol­low me;
And I, with­in Thy house, O Lord,
Shall ev­er dwell with Thee.