Of love my Shepherd is the King,
I shall not want for anything.
In pastures green He makes me lie
And leads me the still waters by.
My soul restores, and in the wake
Of right leads me for His name’s sake.
E’en though I walk through death’s dark vale
No evil shall my soul assail;
For thou art with me, O my God,
They comfort me, Thy staff and rod.
A table hast Thou set for me
In presence of mine enemy:
With oil Thou dost anoint my head,
My cup runs over, so filled.
Now am I sure that mercy’s ways
And goodness will attend my days,
And I shall dwell on sweet accord
For ever with my Shepherd Lord.