The Lord Is My Shepherd; I Shall Not Want.
He Make Me Down To Lie
In Pastures Green He Leads Me
The Quiet Waters By.

His Yoke Is Easy; His Burden Is Light.
I’ve Found It So; I’ve Found It So.
He Leads Me By Day And By Night
Where Living Waters Flow.

My Soul Crieth Out: “Restore Me Again,
And Give Me The Strength To Take
The Narrow Path Of Righteousness,
Even For His Own Name’s Sake.”

Yea, Though I Should Walk The Valley Of Death,
Yet Why Should I Fear From Ill?
For Thou Art With Me, And Thy Rod
And Staff Me Comfort Still.