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 through death’s dark vale,
yet will I fear none ill;
for Thou art with me, and Thy rod
and staff me comfort still.My table Thou hast furnished
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 for evermore
my dwelling-place shall be.
Scottish Psalter, 1650