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.