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 noon-day walks He willattend,
And all my silent midnight hours defend.
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps He leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the cooling verdant landscape flow.
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the cooling verdant landscape flow.
Amen.