The Lord's our Shepherd; we'll not want:
He makes us down to lie, in pastures green; He leadeth us, the quiet waters by.
Our life He hath restored again,
And us to walk doth make, within the paths, of righteousness, e'en for His own name's sake.
Yea, though we walk through death's dark vale,
Yet will we fear no ill, for Thou art with us, and Thy rod and staff; they comfort still!
Our table Thou hast furnish-ed, in presence of our foes;
Our heads with oil Thou didst anoint, and our cup overflows!
Goodness and mercy, all our Life, shall surely o-urs be.
And in God's house forevermore, our dwelling-place shall be!
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