By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      1 THE Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want,
      He makes me down to lie
      In pastures green; he leadeth me
      The quiet waters by.

      2 My soul he doth restore again,
      And me to walk doth make
      Within the paths of righteousness,
      Even for his own name sake.

      3 Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale,
      Yet will I fear no ill:
      For thou art with me, and thy rod
      And staff me comfort still.

      4 My table thou hast furnished
      In presence of my foes;
      My head thou dost with oil anoint,
      And my cup overflows.

      5 Goodness and mercy all my life
      Shall surely follow me,
      And in God's house for evermore
      My dwelling place shall be.