1 I walk'd in a field of fresh clover this morn,
Where lambs play'd so merrily under the trees,
Or rubb'd their soft coats on a naked old thorn,
Or nibbled the clover, or rested at ease.
2 And under the hedge ran a clear water brook,
To drink from when thirsty, or weary with play,
And so gay did the daisies and buttercups look,
That I thought little lambs must be happy all day.
3 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.
4 If I drink of the waters, so peaceful and still,
That flow in his field, I forever shall live,
If I love him, and seek his commands to fulfill,
A place in his sheepfold to me he will give.
5 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.Source: Linden Harp: a rare collection of popular melodies adapted to sacred and moral songs, original and selected. Illustrated. Also a manual of... #91