The Lord our shepherd,
Stiller of our hurried bleating,
He set us free from barbs,
And bristles - free from rigid troughs,
To open meadows new and greener,
By crystal waters - our refreshing,
To enter His rest.

Fuzzing hums,
Resound with pulsing pipes,
And a quiet ambience swaddles the house in cozy nighttime tunes,
Hear the hum and hear it no more,
For sleep should grasp your tired thoughts.