My Shepherd Is the Lord My God

My shep­herd is the Lord my God;

What can I want be­side?

He leads me where green pas­tures are

And where cool wat­ers hide.

He will re­fresh my soul again

When I am faint and sore

And guide my step for His name’s sake

In right paths ev­er­more.

Though I should walk the vale of death

I should not know a fear.

Thy rod and staff they com­fort me:

Thou

Lord

art ev­er near.

A tab­le Thou hast spread for me

In pre­sence of my foes;

Thou dost an­oint my head with oil

My cup

Lord

ov­er­flows.

Thy good­ness and Thy mer­cy

Lord

Will sure­ly fol­low me

And in Thy house for­ev­er­more

My dwell­ing place shall be.