Classic Poem

In the pleasant sunny meadows,
Where the buttercups are seen;
And the daisies' little shadows
Lie along the level green;

Flocks of quiet sheep are feeding,
Little lambs are playing near;
For the watchful shepherd leading,
Keeps them safe from harm and fear.

Hill and plain he leads them over,
Where at noon the shadows sleep,
Where the richest purple clover
Grows along the sunny steep:

Where, within the mountain hollow,
Cool the shining waters flow;
And the sheep their shepherd follow,
For his gentle voice they know.

Christians are like sheep abiding
In the Church's pasture free;
Jesus is our Shepherd guiding,
And the little lambs are we.

O sweet Shepherd, gently lead us
Lest we fall or go astray;
With the bread of heaven feed us,
That we faint not by the way.

Pasture green and clover blossom
Are types of heavenly love;
Jesus, bear us in Thy bosom
Safely to Thy fold above.