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| The Lord's My Shepherd |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |
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| Yea, tho' I walk in death's dark vale, |
| Yet will I fear no ill; |
| For Thou art with me, and Thy rod |
| And staff me comfort still. |
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| My table Thou hast furnished |
| In presence of my foes; |
| My head Thou dost with oil anoint, |
| And my cup overflows. |
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| Goodness and mercy, all my life, |
| Shall surely follow me; |
| And in God's house forevermore |
| My dwelling place shall be. |
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