1 Thou art my shepherd,
Caring in every need,
Thy little lamb to feed,
Trusting Thee still;
In the green pastures low,
Where living waters flow,
Safe by Thy side I go,
Fearing no ill.

2 Or if my way lie
Where death o'erhanging nigh,
My soul would terrify
With sudden chill,--
Yet I am not afraid;
While softly on my head
Thy tender hand is laid,
I fear no ill.