I shall not want. Upon Thy arm relying,
Hunger and thirst and pain will flee away;
And the dark valley where my hope's been lying
Shall smile like day when night hath gone away.
Sorrow in vain shall wave its pinion
O'er my defenceless head, when thou art nigh;
And grief's rough billows, 'neath thy strong dominion,
Still as a child in cradle sleep shall lie.
Soft thoughts shall temper fears too fiercely burning,
If Thou my wandering mind wilt guide, sustain;
And through all toil, and tears, and restless yearning,
Thou, mighty Love, wilt soothe the sharpest pain.
