23 rd Psalm

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 righteousness
E’en for His own name’s sake
Yea, though I walk in death’s dark 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