| The Lord’s my shepherd, I’ll not want;
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| He makes me lie in pastures green.
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| He leads me by the still, still waters,
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| His goodness restores my soul.
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| He guides my ways in righteousness,
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| And He anoints my head with oil,
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| And my cup, it overflows with joy,
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| I feast on His pure delights.
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| And though I walk the darkest path,
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| I will not fear the evil one,
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| For You are with me, and Your rod and staff
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| Are comfort I need to know
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| And I will trust in You alone,
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| Yes I will trust in You alone,
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| For Your endless mercy follows me,
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| Your goodness will lead me home. |