The Lord is my shepherd, I'll not want; He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; He leadeth me the quit waters by.
My soul he doth restore again; And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness, Even for his own name sake.
Yea, though I walk in deaths dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill,
For thou art with me; and thy rod and staff comfort still.
My table thou hast furnished in presence of my foes;
My head thou dost with oil anoint, and my cup over flows.
Goodness and mercy all my life, shall surely follow me:
And in God's house for ever-more my dwelling place shall be.
In pastures green; He leadeth me the quit waters by.
My soul he doth restore again; And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness, Even for his own name sake.
Yea, though I walk in deaths dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill,
For thou art with me; and thy rod and staff comfort still.
My table thou hast furnished in presence of my foes;
My head thou dost with oil anoint, and my cup over flows.
Goodness and mercy all my life, shall surely follow me:
And in God's house for ever-more my dwelling place shall be.
Please pray for some of my friends. They are having a hard time, and need prayer. Thank you.
1 comment:
I love that. Remember in choir when we sang that? That was so pretty!
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