The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know;

I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest;

He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,

Restores me when wandering, redeems when opprest.

Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray,

Since Thou art my guardian, no evil I fear;

Thy rod shall defend me, Thy staff be my stay;

No harm can befall with my Comforter near.

In the midst of affliction my table is spread;

With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o’er;

With perfume and oil Thou anointest my head;

O, what shall I ask of Thy providence more?

Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God,

Still follow my steps till I meet Thee above;

I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod

Through the land of their sojourn, Thy kingdom of love.