Shepherd-King, gentle King,
let the lullaby ring;
See the Shepherd the prophets foretold,
now the Child in the manger, behold;

With Him, I shall not want,
With Him, I shall not want.

Green the pastures He gives,
where the wearied soul lives;
He will lay me down, safe in His keep,
by the still waters, gentle and deep;

There He leads me to rest,
There He leads me to rest.

When the day has grown long,
and the soul needs a song,
He will lead in the paths that are right,
for the sake of His name, through the night;

He restoreth my soul,
He restoreth my soul.