THE TWENTY-THIRD PSALM
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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!