I’ll want The my Shepherd, Lord’s not

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