The Lord to me a shepherd is, want therefore shall not I: He in the folds of tender grass, doth cause me down to lie: To waters calm me gently leads restore my soul doth he: He doth in paths of righteousness for his name's sake lead me. Yea, though in valley of death's shade I walk, none ill I'll fear: Because thou art with me, thy rod, and staff my comfort are. For me a table thou hast spread, in presence of my foes: Thou dost anoint my head with oil; my cup it overflows. Goodness and mercy surely shall all my days follow me: And in the Lord's house I shall dwell so long as days shall be.
"Psalm 23" from The Bay Psalm Book. Public domain.