The Lord my precious Shepherd is,
I am His little sheep;
He leads me to His pastures green,
Beside still waters deep;
In righteous paths He leadeth me,
Lest I should go astray,
Restores my soul, and makes me glad;
I praise Him day by day.

Tho' thru the shades of death I walk
The valleys dark and drear,
His rod and staff, they comfort me,
For He is always near;
My head with oil He does anoint,
My cup runs o'er with joy;
The feast my Lord prepares for me
My foes cannot destroy.

Goodness and mercy follow me,
Their joys I cannot tell;
They comfort me and give me hope
That in His house I'll dwell;
I want to praise Him while I live
Because He loved me so,
And rising to that glory world,
A perfect praise I'll know.