The Lord my pasture shall prepare <br />And feed me with a shepherd's care; <br />His presence shall my wants supply <br />And guard me with a watchful eye; <br />My noonday walks He shall attend <br />And all my midnight hours defend. <br /> <br />When in the sultry glebe I faint <br />Or on the thirsty mountain pant, <br />To fertile vales and dewy meads <br />My weary, wandering steps He leads, <br />Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, <br />Amid the verdant landscape flow. <br /> <br />Though in a bare and rugged way, <br />Through devious lonely wilds, I stray, <br />Thy bounty shall my pains beguile; <br />The barren wilderness shall smile, <br />With sudden greens and herbage crowned, <br />And streams shall murmur all around. <br /> <br />Though in the paths of death I tread, <br />With gloomy horrors overspread, <br />My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, <br />For Thou, O Lord, art with me still; <br />Thy friendly crook shall give me aid <br />And guide me through the dreadful shade.<br /><br />Joseph Addison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-23-the-lord-my-pasture-shall-prepare/
