The Lord is my shepherd, there is nothing I shall want
Fresh and green are the pastures where he gives me repose, repose, repose
Near restful waters he leads me, to revive my drooping spirit
He guides me along the right path He is ture to his name
If I should walk in the valley of darkness, no evil would I fear
You are there with your crook and your staff; with these you give me comfort
You have prepared a banquet for me in the sight of my foes;
My head you have anointed with oil; my cup is overflowing
Surely goodness and kindness shall follow me
All the days of my life, my life
In the Lord's own house shall I dwell forever and ever,
In the Lord's own house shall I dwell forever, forever, forever, forever