Classic Poem

Amidst the pastures green,
Beside the rivers still;
Thou leadest those, O Lord, in peace,
Who seek to do thy will.

They rest 'neath shady rock,
Or trees beside the way;
Nor more they thirst, no more they feel
The sun's hot, scorching ray.

No more the world disturbs,
Or fills them with alarm;
For where thou givest peace, and rest,
Vain is man's power to harm.

And near those pastures green,
Those peaceful rivers near;
To all who seek to do thy will,
Thy voice of love to hear.

Thou teachest them the way,
Unseen by other eyes;
And, e'en amidst the desert waste,
Prepar'st a glad surprise.