I am a lamb and Lord is my Shepherd

Little lamb, who made thee?
Does thou know who made thee,

Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?

Little lamb, who made thee?
Does thou know who made thee?

Little lamb, I’ll tell thee;
Little lamb, I’ll tell thee:

He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild,
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.

Little lamb, God bless thee!
Little lamb, God bless thee!

from "Songs of Innocence: The Lamb" - William Blake

The Lord is my shepherd; how can I lack anything?
He gives me a resting-place where there is pasture,
and leads me out by cool waters,
to make me live a new.

As in honour pledged, by sure paths he leads me;
what though I walk with the shadow of death all around me?
Hurt I fear none, while thou art with me;
thy rod, thy crook are my comfort.

What though my enemies trouble me?
Full in their view thou does spread a banquet before me;
richly thou dost anoint my head with oil,
generous the cup that steals away my senses!

All my life thy goodnesss pursues me;
through the long years,
the Lord's house shall be my dwelling-place.

Psalm:23 - Knox's translation