Beside the green pastures I’ll rest me today,
My Father’s green pastures, how peaceful are they,
With fresh grasses springing so cool to my tread,
And kind spreading branches a shade overhead.

Sweet hour of refreshment, dear season of rest,
No fear can disturb me, no trouble molest;
This quiet and calm shall my spirit restore
Until I go forth on my journey once more.

So come the world’s onslaught of weal or of woe,
Thisthought shall stay with me wherever I go.
Though storm wind may bluster and tempests may roll,
My Father’s green pastures shall comfort my soul.