Farewell, green fields and happy groves
Where flocks have took delight;
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing
And joy without ceasing
On each bud and blossom
And each sleeping bosom
They look in every thoughtless nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast
To keep them all from harm
When wolves and tigers howl for prey
They pitying stand and weep
Seeking to drive their thirst away
And keep them from the sheep
And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold
And pitying the tender cries
And walking round the fold
Saying, "Wrath, by his meekness
And, by his health, sickness
Is driven away
Form our immortal day
"And now beside thee, bleating lamb
I can lie down and sleep;
Or think on him who bore thy name
Graze after thee and weep."