The Lord is my Shepherd, nor 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.