The Lord My Pasture Shall Prepare

The Lord my pasture shall prepareAnd feed me with a shepherd’s care;His presence shall my wants supplyAnd guard me with a watchful eye;My noonday walks He shall attendAnd all my midnight hours defend.

While on the sultry glebe I faintOr on the thirsty mountain pant,To fertile vales and dewy meadsMy ever wandering steps He leads,Where peaceful rivers soft and slowAmid the verdant landscape flow.

Though in a bare and rugged way,Through devious lonely wilds, I stray,Thy bounty shall my pains beguile;The barren wilderness shall smile,With sudden greens and herbage crowned,And streams shall murmur all around.

Though in the paths of death I tread,With gloomy horrors overspread,My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,For Thou, O Lord, art with me still;Thy friendly crook shall give me aidAnd guide me through the dreadful shade.