The Lord my shepherd is,
I shall be well supply’d;
Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want beside.

While he affords his aid
I can not yield to fear;
Tho’ I should walk thru death’s dark shade,
My shepherd’s with me there.

Recordings 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9