Lord, my shepherd strong
I shall not want
You lead me to pastures, to quiet waters
Restore my soul
And though I walk through death's own shadow
I fear no evil
Thy rod and staff, they comfort me

Lord, my shepherd strong
You lead me on a [?]
Tables before me among my enemies
Anoint my head
Surely your love and goodness shall follow
All of my days
I will dwell here all of my days