The Lord's my guide
And my supply,
As by my side
He hears my cry.
He gives me peace
As on I go,
By rolling hills
Or waters flow.
When troubles come
Around about,
My Lord is there
To help me out.
Though I walk
Through the valley
Of death,
I will trust in Him
To give me breath.
I rejoice in all
He's done for me,
And when He is near,
No evil be.
Surely goodness and mercy
Shall with me stay,
And I will lift up my eyes
And ever pray, AMEN.
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