He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters. Psalm 23:2
To Thy pastures fair and large,
Heav’nly Shepherd, lead Thy charge,
And my couch with tend’rest care,
’Mid the springing grass prepare.
When I faint with summer’s heat,
Thou shalt guide my weary feet
To the streams that still and slow
Thro’ 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.
Constant to my latest end
Thou my footsteps shall attend;
And shalt bid Thy hallowed dome
Yield me an eternal home.