Words: The Scottish Psalter
1 The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want. 2 He makes me down to lie In pastures green: he leadeth me the quiet waters by.
3 My soul he doth restore again; and me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, ev'n for his own name's sake.
4 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.
5 My table thou hast furnished in presence of my foes; My head thou dost with oil anoint, and my cup overflows.
6 Goodness and mercy all my life shall surely follow me: And in God's house for evermore my dwelling-place shall be.