He is my Shepherd, I shall not want.
He has be lie in green pastures,
Leading me beside the water front.
My very soul He enraptures.
In paths of righteousness He leads me.
I walk through the valley of death,
Though I feel nothing because of Thee.
With Thy rod and staff I’m blessed.
In the presence of my enemies
You have prepared me a table.
With oil on my head You anoint me,
My cup runs over, and I’m able
To forever dwell in Heaven’s house.
Mercy and goodness follow me
From You, whom I cannot do without.
To you alone praise and glory.