Traditional - The lords my shepherd
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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.