In God’s green pastures feeding by His cool waters lie
1. In God’s green pastures feeding by His cool waters lie;
Soft in the evening walk my Lord and I,
All the sheep of His pasture
Fare so wondrously fine; His sheep am I
Waters cool, In the valley;
Pastures green, O n the mountain,
In the evening Walk my Lord and I.
Dark the night, In the valley,
Rough the way, On the mountain,
Step by step, My Lord and I.
2. Through the streets of the city in the darkness of the night,
Far from the fold, He heard my lonely cry.
Now I sit at His table in the palace of light;
His sheep am I.