Text 23

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’s sake.

 

Yea, thou 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.