shall not want. He makes me lie
in green pastures, leads me by
refreshing waters, still.
Restore my soul, Lord, day by day.
Lead me in Your righteous way
for Your Name’s sake, Lord, I pray
according to Your will.
And though through death’s dark vail I go,
I no fear of evil show,
for Your rod and staff, I know,
shall guard and comfort still.
A table You before me spread
in the midst of those I dread,
and with oil anoint my head.
My cup You overfill.
Thus goodness e’er shall follow me,
mercy all my path shall see,
Your house shall my dwelling be
forever after still. —T.M. Moore, in Bricks And Rungs