- 1 The Lord is only my support,
- and he that doth me feed:
- How can I then lack anything
- whereof I stand in need;
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- 2 How doth me fold in coats most safe:
- the tender grass fast by:
- And after drives me to the streams,
- that run most pleasantly.
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- 3 And when I feel myself near lost,
- then doth he me home take,
- Conducting me in the right paths,
- even for his own name sake.
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- 4 And though I were even at deaths door,
- yet would I fear none ill:
- For with thy rod and shepherd’s crook
- I am comforted still.
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- 5 Thou hast my table richly decked
- in despite of my foe:
- Thou hast my head with balm refreshed,
- my cup doth overflow.
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- 6 And finally while breath doth last,
- Thy grace shall me defend:
- And in the house of God will I
- my life forever spend.