The Lord is my good shep­herd;
I shall not be in need.
He leads me to the pas­tures
Where I may safe­ly feed.
He leads me by still wa­ters,
So I a drink may take,
In paths of right­eous liv­ing,
All for His good name’s sake.

Though I may walk through val­leys
Of dan­ger and of strife,
I fear not any ev­il,
For He will guard my life.
His shep­herd’s staff will guide me,
And com­fort to me bring,
And of His lov­ing kind­ness,
I will for­ev­er sing.

He sets for me a ta­ble
Before my an­gry foes,
And with the oil of glad­ness,
My heart now ov­er­flows.
His good­ness and His mer­cy
Shall sure­ly fol­low me.
I’ll dwell with­in His pre­sence
For all eter­ni­ty.