The Lord my pasture shall prepare,

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.

2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,

Or on the thirsty mountains pant,

To fertile vales and dewy meads

My weary, wandering steps he leads,

Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,

Amid the verdant landscape flow.

3 Though in a bare and rugged way,

Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,

His bounty shall my pains beguile;

The barren wilderness shall smile,

With lively greens and herbage crowned,

And streams shall murmur all around.

4 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 aid,

And guide me through the dismal shade.