The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want;
In Him I now abide;
In pastures green He leadeth me,
Where quiet waters glide.
He leadeth my soul to the fountain of life;
Beneath it I plunge, My robes are made white;
No longer I walk the billows of strife,
He leadeth by day and by night.
In mercy I cry, restore me again,
Give wisdom to my heart,
To choose the path of righteousness,
And from it ne'er depart.
He leadeth my soul to the fountain of life;
Beneath it I plunge, My robes are made white;
No longer I walk the billows of strife,
He leadeth by day and by night.
E'en tho' I shall tread the valley of death,
I'll never shrink or fear;
Thy rod and staff shall comfort me,
Thy presence shall be near.
He leadeth my soul to the fountain of life;
Beneath it I plunge, My robes are made white;
No longer I walk the billows of strife,
He leadeth by day and by night.
A table before me Thou shalt prepare,
Tho' enemies surround;
With oil shalt Thou my head anoint,
With joy shall i abound.
He leadeth my soul to the fountain of life;
Beneath it I plunge, My robes are made white;
No longer I walk the billows of strife,
He leadeth by day and by night.
This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Psalm 23, arrainged by Grant C. Tullar, and are in the Public Domain. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.
