The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want

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						C.M.

1	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. 

2	My soul He doth restore again, 
	And me to walk doth make 
	Within the paths of righteousness, 
	E'en for His own names sake. 

3	Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, 
	Yet will I fear none ill; 
	For Thou art with me, and Thy rod 
	And staff me comfort still. 

4	My table Thou hast furnishèd 
	In presence of my foes; 
	My head Thou dost with oil anoint, 
	And my cup overflows. 

5	Goodness and mercy all my life 
	Shall surely follow me; 
	And in God's house for evermore 
	My dwelling-place shall be.

							W. Whittingham,
							F. Rous