The Lord’s my shepherd
Scottish Psalter, 1650. To be sung to Crimond.
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, Even for his own name’s 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.