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The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want.
He makes me down to lie
in pastures green. He leadeth me
the quiet waters by.
My soul he doth restore a gain,
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 no ill.
For though art with 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 over flows.
Goodness and mercy all my life
shall surely follow me.
And in God's house for ever more
my dwelling place shall be.
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