The Lord's My Shephard

The Lord's My Shephard - Emer McPartland

The Lord's my shepherd I'll not want

He makes me down to lie

In pastures green he leadeth me

The quiet waters by

My soul He doth restore again

And me to walk doth make

Within the paths of righteousness

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 eh ai thy rod

And staff my comfort still

My table thou hast furnished me

In presence of my foes

My head thou dost with oil anoint

And my cup overflows

Goodness and mercy all my life

Shall surely follow me

And in God's house forevermore

My dwelling place shall be