Classic Poem

PSALM XXIII .

Dominus regit me.

The Lord, the Lord my shepheard is,
And so can never I
Tast misery.
He rests me in green pastures His;
By waters still and sweet
He guides my feet.

Hee me revives, leads me the way
Which righteousness doth take,
For His name's sake:
Yea, tho I should thro vallys stray
Of death's dark shade, I will
No whit feare ill.

For Thou, deare Lord, Thou me besetst,
Thy rodd and Thy staffe be
To comfort me:
Before me Thou a table setst,
Even when foes' envious ey
Doth it espy.

Thou oylst my head, Thou filst my cup;
Nay, more, Thou endlesse good,
Shalt giue me food:
To Thee, I say, ascended vp,
Where Thou, the Lord of all,
Dost hold Thy hall.