Lord my shepherd strong
I shall not want
You lead me to pastures
To quiet waters
Restore my soul
And though I walk
Through death’s own shadow
I fear no evil
Thy rod and staff
They comfort me
Lord my shepherd strong
You lead me on
A table’s before me
Among my enemies
Anoint my head
Surely Your love
And goodness shall follow
All of my days
I will dwell here
All of my days
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