To Thy pastures, fair and large, Heav'nly Shepherd, lead Thy charge; And my couch with tend'rest care, 'Midst the springing grass prepare. When I faint with summer's heat, Thou shalt guide my weary feet To the streams that still and slow, Through 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.