The Lord my pasture shall prepare
His presence shall my wants supplyAnd guard me with a watchful eye;My noonday walks He shall attendAnd all my midnight hours defend.When in the sultry glebe I faintOr on the thirsty mountain pant,To fertile vales and dewy meadsMy weary, wandering steps He leads,Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,Amid the verdant landscape flow.Though in the paths…