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 wherеver I go
Though storm wind may bluster and tempеsts may roll
My Father’s green pastures shall comfort my soul.