And under the hedge ran a clear water-brook,

To drink from when thirsty or weary with play;

So gay did the daisies and buttercups look,

That I thought little lambs must be happy all day.

And when I remember the beautiful psalm,

That tells about Christ and His pastures so green,

I know He is willing to make me His lamb,

And happier far than the lambs I have seen.

If I drink of the waters so peaceful and still,

That flow in His field, I for ever shall live;

If I love Him, and seek His commands to fulfil,

A place in His sheepfold to me will He give.

The lambs are at peace in the fields when they play,

The long summer’s day in contentment they spend;

But happier I, if in God’s holy way

I try to walk always, with Christ for my Friend.