Green pastures

Beside the green pastures I'll rest me today,

My Father's green pastures, how peaceful are they,

With fresh grasses springing so cool to my tread,

And kind spreading branches a shade overhead.

Sweet hour of refreshment, dear season of rest,

No fear can disturb me, no trouble molest;

This quiet and calm shall my spirit restore

Until I go forth on my journey once more.

So come the world's onslaught of weal or of woe,

Thisthought shall stay with me wherever I go.

Though storm wind may bluster and tempests may roll,

My Father's green pastures shall comfort my soul.