1 To thy pastures fair and large,
Heav'nly Shepherd lead thy charge;
And my couch with tend'rest care,
'Mid the springing grace prepare.

2 When I faint with summmer's heat,
Thou shalt guide my weary feet.
To the streams that still and slow,
Thro' the verdant meadows flow.

3 Safe the dreary vale I tread,
By the shades of death o'erspread,
With Thy rob and staff supplied,
This my guard, and that my guide.