Words: Sternhold and Hopkins, The Whole Book of Psalms Collected into English Metre
1 The Lord is only my support, and he that doth me feed; How can I then lack any thing, whereof I stand in need?
2 In pastures green he feedeth me, where I do safely lie, And after leads me to the streams which run most pleasantly.
3 And when I find myself near lost, then doth he me home take, conducting me in his right paths, e'en for his own Name's sake.
4 And though I were e'en at death's door, yet would I fear no ill; For both thy rod and shepherd's crook afford me comfort still.
5 Thou hast my table richly spread in presence of my foe; Thou hast my head with balm refreshed, my cup doth overflow;
6 And finally, while breath doth last, thy grace shall me defend; And in the house of God will I my life for ever spend.
Another of the same, by T.S.