With you as my guide, I’ll not want:
you are my shepherd, Lord, nothing shall I fear.
In pastures fresh and green, you give my soul repose;
near cool and restful waters, my spirit you revive.
In vales of gloom and death, no evil shall I dread,
Your strength and peaceful presence
will be my comfort sure.
A banquet you have spread, while foes in envy watch.
My head you have anointed, my cup now overflows.
