160. The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want:
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.
2 My soul He doth restore again; and me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness, E’en for His own Name’s sake.
3 Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill:
For Thou art with me; and Thy rod, And staff me comfort still.
4 My table Thou has furnished, in presence of my foes;
My head Thou dost with oil anoint, and my cup overflows.
5 Goodness and mercy all my life, shall surely follow me,
And in God’s house for evermore, My dwelling place shall be.