The Lord My Pasture Shall Prepare Poem by Joseph Addison

The Lord My Pasture Shall Prepare

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The Lord my pasture shall prepare
And feed me with a shepherd’s care;
His presence shall my wants supply
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noonday walks He shall attend
And all my midnight hours defend.

When in the sultry glebe I faint
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps He leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid
And guide me through the dreadful shade.

Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds, I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crowned,
And streams shall murmur all around.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 05 March 2020

The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around. a great spiritual poet. tony

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Ratnakar Mandlik 30 September 2016

A religious song praising the creator and his majesty and bounty. Thanks for sharing it here

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