To Thy Pastures Fair and Large

To Thy pas­tures fair and large

Heav’nly Shep­herd

lead Thy charge

And my couch with ten­d’rest care

’Mid the spring­ing grass pre­pare.

When I faint with sum­mer’s heat

Thou shalt guide my wea­ry feet

To the streams that still and slow

Thro’ the ver­dant mea­dows flow.

Safe the drea­ry vale I tread

By the shades of death o’er­spread

With Thy rod and staff sup­plied

This my guard

and that my guide.

Constant to my lat­est end

Thou my foot­steps shall at­tend;

And shalt bid Thy hal­lowed dome

Yield me an eter­nal home.