The Lord is my shep­herd; I shall not want.
He mak­eth me down to lie
In pas­tures green He lead­eth me
The qui­et wa­ters by.

Refrain

His yoke is easy; His bur­den is light.
I’ve found it so; I’ve found it so.
He lead­eth me by day and by night
Where liv­ing wa­ters flow.

My soul cri­eth out: Re­store me again,
And give me the strength to take
The nar­row path of right­eous­ness,
E’en for His own name’s sake.

Refrain

Yea, tho’ I should walk the val­ley of death,
Yet why should I fear from ill?
For Thou art with me, and Thy rod
And staff me com­fort still.

Refrain