Text: from Psalm 23

The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want.

He makes me down to lie

In pastures green; He leadeth me

The quiet waters by.

My soul He doth restore again;

And me to walk doth make

Within the paths of blessedness,

E’en for His own Name’s sake.

Yea, though I pass through shadowed vale,

Yet will I fear no ill;

For Thou art with me; and Thy rod

And staff me comfort still.

My table Thou hast furnished

In presence of my foes;

My head with oil Thou dost anoint,

And my cup overflows.

My head Thou dost with oil anoint,

And my cup overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my days

Will surely follow me;

And in my Father’s heart alway

My dwelling place shall be.

And in my heart for evermore

Thy dwelling place shall be.