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