Green Pastures

Green pas­tures for the lambs

The ten­der of the flock:

No poi­son­ous plant is there

And there no bar­ren rock.

There

no dis­cord­ant notes

Can fall up­on the ear;

And words of peace and love

The ti­mid heart will cheer.

Green pas­tures

green pas­tures

Dear child­ren

for you

The world is a de­sert

Its plea­sures un­true;

Green pas­tures

green pas­tures

Oh

do not de­lay.

Come

child­ren

dear child­ren

And en­ter to­day.

Green pas­tures for the lambs

So in­no­cent and sweet

No foes to do them harm

No pit­falls for their feet

Beside the wa­ters still

Contented they may stray;

No chill­ing frost by night

No burn­ing heat by day.

Green pas­tures for the lambs

The lit­tle child­ren all;

For whom the Sav­ior died

To save them from the fall;

There les­sons

good and wise

On ev­ery page are found

To fit the youth­ful soul

To dwell on heav’n­ly ground.