The Lord my pasture shall prepare
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The Lord my pasture shall prepare,And feed me with a shepherd's care;His presence shall my wants supply,And guard me with a watchful eye;My noonday walks he shall attend,And all my midnight hours defend.
2
When on the sultry glebe I faint,Or on the thirsty mountain pant,To fertile vales and dewy meadsMy weary, wandering steps he leadsWhere peaceful rivers, soft and slow,Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3
Though in the paths of death I tread,With gloomy horrors overspread,My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,For thou, O Lord! art with me still;Thy friendly staff shall give me aid,And guide me through the dreadful shade.