The Lord my pasture shall prepare (Henry Carey)

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  • (Posted 2020-11-14)  CPDL #61365:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-11-14).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 51 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn with four-part harmony and underlaid words in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard
  • (Posted 2020-11-14)  CPDL #61364:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-11-14).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 79 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard, melody with words.

General Information

Title: The Lord my pasture shall prepare
Composer: Henry Carey
Tune: Surrey
Lyricist: Joseph Addison

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 88. 88. 88

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or keyboard

First published:
    2nd published: 1983 in Hymns Ancient and Modern, New Standard, no. 111

Description: See The Lord my pasture shall prepare for a different version of the melody. For a descant, see Surrey (Andrew Sims).

External websites: https://embassysingers.de/scores/hymns.html

Original text and translations

English.png English text

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 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.

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.