Psalm 23

MY shepherd is the living Lord,
and he that doth me feed,
I cannot then want any thing
whereof I stand in need.
In pastures green of tender grasse
he makes me down to ly,
And leads me gently by the streams
that run so quietly.

He quickens and restores my soul,
and safely leads me on
In right ways, and in safe streight paths
for his name sake alone.
Though I walk through the vale of death,
yet will I fear none ill,
For thou art with me, and thy rod
and staff comfort we still.

A table thou prepar'st for me
in presence of my foe,
Mine head with oil thou dost anoint,
my cup doth overflow.
Goodnesse and mercy all my days
shall surely follow me,
And ever in the house of God
my dwelling place shall be.