Psalm 23

THe Lord's my Shepherd to provide,
No wofull want shall I abide:
In pastures best
He makes me rest,
He leads me by still waters side.
Restores my soul, as guide thereto,
For his names sake, in paths most true:
Though I invade
Deaths horrid shade,
That darksome valley walking through,
Yet I will fear no kind of ill:
For thou art ever present still
With me, O God,
They staffe, thy rod,
My heart with heav'nly comforts fill.
My table thou hast furnish't so,
Even in the presence of my foe,
Thine ointment spread
Upon my head:
Making my cup to overflow.
Yea, all my lifes continued space,
Surely thy goodness and thy grace
Shall follow me:
Thy house shall be
My ever constant dwelling place.