The Lord My Pasture Will Prepare
The Lord my pasture will prepare
And feed me with a shepherd’s care.
His presence will my want supply
And guard me with a watchful eye.
My noonday walks he will attend
And all my silent midnight hours defend.
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wand’ring steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the cooling verdant landscape flow.
Text: Joseph Addison, 1672–1719
Music: Dmitri Bortniansky, 1751–1825