His Yoke Is Easy

The Lord is my Shepherd,

I shall not want,

He maketh me down to lie

In pastures green,

He leadeth me

The quiet waters by.

His yoke is easy,

His burden is light,

I've found it so,

I've found it so;

He leadeth me

By day and by night,

Where living waters flow.

My soul crieth out:

"Restore me again,

And give me

The strength to take

The narrow path

of righteousness,

E'en for Thine own

name's sake."

Yea, though I should walk

The valley of death,

Yet what should I fear from ill?

For Thou art with me and

Thy rod and staff support me still.

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