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.
With gloomy horrors overspread,
Though in the paths of death I tread;
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, Oh Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.