1. The Lord my pasture will prepareAnd feed me with a shepherd’s care;His presence will my wants supply,And guard me with a watchful eye.My noon-day walks he will attend,And all my silent midnight hours defend.
2. When in the sultry glebe I faintOr on the thirsty mountain pant,To fertile vales and dewy meadsMy weary, wandering steps he leads,Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,Amid the cooling verdant landscape flow.