My soul He doth restore again
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness
E'en for His own Name's sake

Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale
Yet will I fear none ill
For Thou art me and Thy rod
And staff me comfort still

My table Thou hast furnished
In presence of my foes
My head Thou dost with oil anoint
And my cup overflows

Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me
And in God's house for ever more
My dwelling place shall be