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 Even for his own name's sake Yea though I walk in death's dark veil Yet will I fear no ill For thou art with me, and thy rod And staff me comfort still Goodness and mercy all my days Shall surely follow me And in God's house for evermore My dwelling place shall be