The Lord is my shepherd, there is nothing I shall want

Fresh and green are the pastures where he gives me repose

Near restful waters he leads me to revive my dropping spirit

He guides me along the right path

He is true to his name

If I should walk in the valley of darkness, no evil would I fear

You are there with your crook and your staff, with these you give me compfort

You have prepared a banquet for me in the sight of my foes

My head you have anointed with oil, my cup is overflowing

Surely goodness and kindness shall follow me all the days of my life

In the Lord's own house shall I dwell for ever and ever

In the Lord's own house shall I dwell for ever