1. The Lord my pasture will prepare And feed me with a shepherd’s care. His presence will my want supply And guard me with a watchful eye. My noonday walks he will attend And all my silent midnight hours defend.

2. When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary, wand’ring steps he leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the cooling verdant landscape flow.