In the green pastures of my Lord
We walk as one. To my appealing
For comfort, lo, His tender Word
Brings truth's sure healing.
His help is to my desperate need
Like dewdrops to the fainting sparrow;
Resting in Him, my life is freed
From every sorrow.
Why should I fear or doubt when good
Blesses me endlessly, as flowing
Waters nourish the flower-strewed
Fields in their growing?
Why should I question if God's hand
Could lack imperial abundance,
Or scant His bounty with a bland,
Cruel indifference?
No, God is my Shepherd, I His lamb;
Safe in His sheepfold I am living.
Warmed, nurtured by His truth, I am
Glad in thanksgiving.
