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The Lord my precious shepherd is;
I am his little sheep,
He leads me to His pastures green,
Beside still waters deep:
In righteous paths He leadeth me,
Lest I should go astray;
Restores my soul, and makes me glad;
I praise Him day by day.
Tho thru the shades of death I walk,
The valley dark and drear,
His rod and staff, they comfort me,
For He is always near;
My head with oil He does anoint;
My cup runs o'er with joy;
The feast my Lord prepares for me,
My foes can not destroy.
Goodness and mercy follow me,
Their joys I can not tell,
They comfort me, and give me hope,
That in His house I'll dwell;
I want to praise Him while I live;
Because He loved me so;
And rising to that glory world,
A perfect praise I'll know.
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