And the firmament sheweth his handywork
Day unto day uttereth speech
Night unto night sheweth knowledge
There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard
Their line is gone out through all the earth
And their words to the end of the world
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures
He leadeth me beside the still waters, my soul he restoreth
For His name's sake, yea, though I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil