The Lord my pasture shall preaper
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye.

My noonday walks he shall attend
And all my midnight hours defend.

When in the sultry globe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meades
My weary wand'ring steps He leads.

Where peacheful streams so soft and low
Amid the verdant landscape flow.