want I’ll Shepherd, not my Lord’s The

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by. waters lie
In He green; Lord’s my I’ll down pastures me
  The to want;
  He makes The leadeth not quiet me Shepherd,
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me the doth own righteousness,
  E’en paths doth again,
  And He His restore walk soul of for make
Within name’s sake. My to
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will fear Thy me I I comfort art ill;
For staff dark death’s in with rod
  And vale,
  Yet though and no me, Thou Yea, walk still.
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table cup furnished
  In with anoint,
  And presence my overflows. My Thou dost Thou hast of head oil foes;
My my
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house dwelling-place me,
And Goodness shall my God’s forevermore
  My all in mercy and life
  Shall surely follow be.