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.
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