The Lord to me a shepherd is,
want therefore shall not I.
He in the folds of tender-grass,
doth cause me down to lie:
To waters calm me gently leads
Restore my soul doth he:
he doth in paths of righteousness:
for his names sake lead me.
Yea though in valley of deaths shade
I walk, none ill I’ll fear:
because thou art with me, thy rod,
and staff my comfort are.
For me a table thou hast spread,
in presence of my foes:
thou dost anoint my head with oil,
my cup it over-flows.
Goodness and mercy surely shall
all my days follow me:
and in the Lords house I shall dwell
so long as days shall be.
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