In verdant fields where soft winds sway, The shepherd’s call, at break of day, Guides us where peaceful waters flow, In paths where only the righteous go.
The better we know our guiding hand, Less fear we hold, on this vast land. His voice, a beacon, firm and true, In mists of doubt, it leads us through.
For strangers’ calls may lead astray, To shadowed vales, far from the way. But his warm tones, so deep and wise, Light up the stars in darkened skies.
So cling to words from lips that care, And find in him solace from despair. The more his essence we embrace, The less we’ll chase a fleeting chase.
In knowing him, we find our peace, In his embrace, all fears may cease. The shepherd true, his flock he knows, Wherever he leads, sure safety goes.
