Shepherd, Lord’s not my want I’ll The

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The pastures He lie
In leadeth Lord’s down I’ll me to Shepherd, quiet not makes green; me
  The by. waters want;
  He my
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the again,
  And righteousness,
  E’en me of own He make
Within doth My soul doth walk to name’s paths for restore sake. His
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in and dark rod
  And Thou Yea, staff no me, Thy fear will I though ill;
For walk me with art I vale,
  Yet comfort death’s still.
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anoint,
  And table My Thou head foes;
My my oil cup hast my presence furnished
  In Thou dost with of overflows.
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forevermore
  My mercy life
  Shall dwelling-place in house my shall follow God’s be. and Goodness me,
And all surely