traditional words based on Psalms 23, the melody is mine.
The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want
He makes me down to lie
in pasture green, he leadeth me
the quiet water by.
My soul he doth restore again,
and me to walk doth make
within the paths of righteousness,
e'en for his own Name's sake.
Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale,
yet I will fear no ill
for thou art with me, and thy rod and staff
they will comfort me still.
My table thou hast furnished
in the presence of my foes,
my head thou dost with oil anoint,
and my cup overflows.
Goodness and mercy all my life
shall surely follow me,
and in God's house forevermore
my dwelling place shall be.
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