Cântăre The lords my shepherd

The Lords 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 names sake.



Yea though I walk in 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 has furnished In presence

of my foes; My head Thou dost with oil

annoint,

And my cup overflows.



Goodness and mercy all my life shall

surely follow me, And in God's house

forevermore

My dwelling place shall be.