Shepherd, The I’ll not want my Lord’s

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