THE TWENTY-THIRD PSALM

My Shepherd is the Lord my God,—

There is no want I know;

His flock He leads in verdant meads,

Where tranquil waters flow.

He doth restore my fainting soul

With His divine caress,

And, when I stray, He points the way

To paths of righteousness.

Yea, though I walk the vale of death,

What evil shall I fear?

Thy staff and rod are mine, O God,

And Thou, my Shepherd, near!

Mine enemies behold the feast

Which my dear Lord hath spread;

And, lo! my cup He filleth up,

With oil anoints my head!

Goodness and mercy shall be mine

Unto my dying day;

Then will I bide at His dear side

Forever and for aye!