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- The Lord’s my shepherd, I’ll not want,
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; he leadeth me
the quiet waters by.
- My soul he doth restore again
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness
E’en for his own name sake.
- Yea, though I walk through death’s dark vale
Yet will I fear no ill;
For thou art with me, and thy rod
And staff me comfort still.
- My table thou hast furnished
In presence of my foes;
My head thou dost with oil anoint
And my cup overflows.
- Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me;
And in God’s house for evermore
My dwelling-place shall be.