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.