The Lord is my Shephard
The Lord is my Shephard

The Lord is my Shephard
And I shall not want
The Lord is my Shephard
And I shall not want

The Lord is my Shephard I shall not want
Makes me lie in green pastures I know
Lead me beside the still waters
He restoreth my soul, restoreth my soul

Though I walk through the shadow of death
I won't fear any high
For Thou art with me, Thy rod and Thy staff
Well, that got me along

He prepares a table for me
In the presence of my foes
And anoints my head with oil
My cup overflows

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow
All the days of my life
And I shall dwell in the house of my Lord
Forever and forevermore
The Lord is my Shephard
Forevermore
The Lord is my Shephard
Evermore, evermore