Green pas­tures for the lambs,
The ten­der of the flock:
No poi­son­ous plant is there,
And there no bar­ren rock.
There, no dis­cord­ant notes
Can fall up­on the ear;
And words of peace and love
The ti­mid heart will cheer.

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Green pas­tures, green pas­tures,
Dear child­ren, for you,
The world is a de­sert,
Its plea­sures un­true;
Green pas­tures, green pas­tures,
Oh, do not de­lay.
Come, child­ren, dear child­ren,
And en­ter to­day.

Green pas­tures for the lambs,
So in­no­cent and sweet,
No foes to do them harm,
No pit­falls for their feet,
Beside the wa­ters still,
Contented they may stray;
No chill­ing frost by night,
No burn­ing heat by day.

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Green pas­tures for the lambs,
The lit­tle child­ren all;
For whom the Sav­ior died,
To save them from the fall;
There les­sons, good and wise,
On ev­ery page are found,
To fit the youth­ful soul,
To dwell on heav’n­ly ground.

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