Tranquil are the soothing streams,

The crystal blue still waters,

And the pastures, emerald green,

In these I sing my psalter.

Tranquil is the shepherd's voice,

That leads the lowing cattle,

In none else will they rejoice,

While they relish and rattle.

Tranquil is the vale of peace,

In which his gentle footsteps,

Guides the bearers of white fleece,

In restful repose are kept.

Tranquil are the summer days,

That stretch for eternity,

Beneath the sun's golden rays,

Heaven's true serenity.

~07 April 2026