Words: , 1760.

Music: Si­le­sia, Silesian air.

To Thy pastures fair and large,
Heav’nly Shepherd, lead Thy charge,
And my couch with tend’rest care,
’Mid the springing grass prepare.

When I faint with summer’s heat,
Thou shalt guide my weary feet
To the streams that still and slow
Thro’ the verdant meadows flow.

Safe the dreary vale I tread
By the shades of death o’erspread,
With Thy rod and staff supplied,
This my guard, and that my guide.

Constant to my latest end
Thou my footsteps shall attend;
And shalt bid Thy hallowed dome
Yield me an eternal home.