The Lord's My Shepherd (unsourced)

The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want.He makes me down to liein pastures green. He leadeth methe quiet waters by.

My soul he doth restore again,and me to walk doth makewithin 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 rodand staff me comfort still.

My table thou hast furnishedin presence of my foes:my head thou dost with oil anoint,and my cup overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my lifeshall surely follow me.And in God's house for evermoremy dwelling place shall be.