The Lord's My Shepherd, I'll not Want from Psalm 23 Scottish Psalter, 1650

CRIMOND (C.M.) Jessie Seymour Irvine (1836-1887)

The Lord's my shep-herd, I'll not want;
   He makes me down to lie
In pas-tures green; He lead-eth me
   The qui-et wa-ters by.

My soul He doth re-store a-gain,
   And me to walk doth make
With-in the paths of right-eous-ness,
   E'en for His own name's sake.

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 com-fort still.

My ta-ble Thou hast fur-nish-ed
   In pres-ence of my foes;
My head Thou dost a-noint,
   And my cup o-ver-flows.

Good-ness and mer-cy all my life
   Shall sure-ly fol-low me,
And in God's house for-ev-er-more
   My dwell-ing place shall be.