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DThe Lord?s A7my DShepherd, GI?ll not Dwant He Dmakes me Em7down to Alie In pastures green, F#mHe Gleadeth Ame The Dquiet waA7ters Dby.
DMy soul A7He Ddoth reGstore aDgain And Dme to Em7walk doth Amake Within paths F#mof GrighteousAness, E?en Dfor His own A7name?s Dsake.
DYea, though A7I Dwalk in Gdeath?s dark Dvale Yet Dwill I Em7fear none Aill, For Thou art with F#mme Gand Thy Arod And Dstaff me comA7fort Dstill.
DMy taA7ble DThou hast GfurniDshed In Dpresence Em7of my Afoes My head Thou dost F#mwith Goil aAnoint And Dmy cup ovA7er-Dflows.
DGoodness A7and Dmercy Gall my Dlife Shall Dsurely Em7fol-low Ame And in God?s house F#mfor-GeverAmore My Ddwelling place A7shall Dbe.