1 The Lord is only my support,
and he that doth me feed;
How can I then lack any thing,
whereof I stand in need?

2 In pastures green he feedeth me,
where I do safely lie,
And after leads me to the streams
which run most pleasantly.

3 And when I find myself near lost,
then doth he me home take,
conducting me in his right paths,
e'en for his own Name's sake.

4 And though I were e'en at death's door,
yet would I fear no ill;
For both thy rod and shepherd's crook
afford me comfort still.

5 Thou hast my table richly spread
in presence of my foe;
Thou hast my head with balm refreshed,
my cup doth overflow;

6 And finally, while breath doth last,
thy grace shall me defend;
And in the house of God will I
my life for ever spend.

Another of the same, by T.S.

1 My Shepherd is the living Lord,
nothing therefore I need:
In pastures fair, near pleasant streams,
he setteth me to feed.

2 He shall convert and glad my soul,
and bring my mind in frame
To walk in paths of righteousness
for his most holy Name.

3 Yea, though I walk in vale of death,
yet will I fear no ill:
Thy rod and staff do comfort me,
and thou art with me still.

4 And in the presence of my foes
My table thou shalt spread
Thou wilt fill full my cup, and thou
anointed hast my head.

5 Through all my life thy favour is
so frankly showed to me
That in thy house for evermore
my dwelling place shall be.