1.

Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine!
Want shall never more be mine.
In a pasture fair and large
He shall feed his happy Charge,
And my couch with tend'rest care
'Midst the springing grass prepare:
When I faint with summer's heat,
He shall lead my weary feet
To the streams that still and slow
Through the verdant meadow flow.

2.

He my soul anew shall frame,
And, his mercy to proclaim,
When through devious paths I stray,
Teach my steps the better way:
Though the dreary vale I tread
By the shades of death o'erspread,
There I walk from terror free,
While my ev'ry wish I see
By thy rod and staff supplied,
This my guard, and that my guide.

3.

While my foes are gazing on,
Thou thy fav'ring care hast shown;
Thou my plenteous board hast spread,
Thou with oil refresh'd my head:
Fill'd by Thee my cup o'erflows,
For thy Love no limit knows;
Constant, to my latest end
This my footsteps shall attend,
And shall bid thy hallow'd Dome
Yield me an eternal home.