To Thy pastures, fair and large,
Heav’nly Shepherd, lead Thy charge;
And my couch with tend’rest care,
’Midst the springing grass prepare.
When I faint with summer’s heat,
Thou shalt guide my weary feet
To the streams that still and slow,
Thru the verdant meadows flow.
Safe the dreary vale I tread,
By the shades of death o’erspread;
With Thy rod and staff supplied,
This my guard, and that my guide.