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 wan­d’ring,
Redeems when op­pressed.

Through 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 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 land of their so­journ,
Thy king­dom of love.