Psalm 23

My Shepherd is the living Lord;
To me my Food and Ease
The rich luxuriant Fields afford;
The Streams my Thirst appease;
My Soul restor'd he'l gently lead
Into the Paths of Peace;
To walk in Shades among the Dead,
My Hopes, not Fears, increase.

His Rod and Staff are still my Guide,
He stands before my Foes:
For me a Feast he does provide,
My sparkling Cup o'er-flows.
He with sweet Oil anoints my Head;
His Mercy, Grace, and Praise,
Have me into his Temple led,
Where I will end my Days.