He leads my feet; and, when I roam, O'ertakes and brings the wanderer home.

3 He leads, Himself, the way

4

5

His faithful flock should take.
Them who His voice obey,
His love will ne'er forsake;

For He has pledged His holy name ;-
He who for ever is the same.

Let me but feel Him near,
Death's gloomy pass in view,

I'll walk without a fear

The shadowy valley through:

With rod and staff, my Shepherd's care

Will guide my steps, and guard ine there.

Still is my table spread;

My foes stand silent by;

I feed on living bread;

My cruse is never dry:

And surely love and mercy will
Attend me on my journey still.

Still hope and grateful praise
Shall form my constant song;
Shall cheer my gloomiest days
And tune my dying tongue:
Until my ransomed soul shall rise,
To praise Him better in the skies.

27 (PSALM 23.) L.M., 6 lines. ADDISON

1

The Lord our Shepherd.

THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a Shepherd's care
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye:
My noon-day walks He will attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.

2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps He leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

3 Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy presence shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden green and herbage crowned;
And streams shall murmur all around.

4 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still
Thy friendly hand shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
C. WESLEY.

28

L.M.
(PSALM 24.)
Christ's Ascension.

1OUR Lord is risen from the dead:
Our Jesus is gone up on high:
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragged to the portals of the sky.

2 There His triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay:-
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way.

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the ethereal scene
He claims these mansions as His right;
Receive the King of Glory in.

4 Who is the King of Glory, who?
The Lord that all our foes o'ercame;

The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew;
And Jesus is the Conqueror's name.

5 Lo! His triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay :-
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way.

6 Who is the King of Glory, who?
The Lord, of boundless power possessed;
The King of saints and angels too;
God over all, for ever blest.

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1

2

3

4

(PSALM 25.)

S.M.

WATTS.

6

Prayer and Waiting.

LIFT my soul to God,

My trust is in His name:

Let not my foes that seek my blood
Still triumph in my shame.

From the first dawning light
Till the dark evening rise,
For Thy salvation, Lord, I wait
With ever-longing eyes.
Remember all Thy grace,
And lead me in Thy truth;
Forgive the sins of riper days,
And follies of my youth.

The Lord is just and kind,
The meek shall learn His ways,
And every humble sinner find

The methods of His grace.

5 For His own goodness' sake
He saves my soul from shame:
He pardons, though my guilt be great,
Through my Redeemer's name.

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2

3

4

31

1

(PSALM 25.)

Divine Instruction. THERE'ER the man is found

W That fears to offend his God, That loves the gospel's joyful sound, And trembles at the rod,

The Lord shall make him know
The secrets of His heart;

The wonders of His covenant show,
And all His love impart.

The dealings of His hand

Are truth and mercy still

With such as to His covenant stand, And love to do His will.

Their souls shall dwell at ease Before their Maker's face; Their seed shall taste the promises In their extensive grace.

S.M.

(PSALM 25.)
Distress of Soul.

MINE eyes and my desire

Are ever to the Lord;

I love to plead His promises,

And rest upon His word.

WATTS.

When will Thy hand release my feet Out of the deadly snare?

When shall the sovereign grace

Restore me from those dangerous ways

3

Of my forgiving God,

My wandering feet have trod?

UDGE me, O Lord, and try my heart, For Thou that heart canst see; And bid each idol thence depart

That dares compete with Thee.

2 Though weak and cleaving to the dust, My soul adores Thee still;

Thy grace and truth are all my trust;
O mould me to Thy will.

3 Thine altar, Lord, I would embrace
With hands by Christ made clean;
I love Thy house, I love the place
Where Thy bright face is seen.

4 O guide me in Thy love and fear;
My soul on Thee I cast;

I would not walk with sinners here,
To share their doom at last.
C. M.
(PSALM 27.)
The Church our Abode.

1 THE Lord of glory is my light,
And my salvation too;
God is my strength, nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.

2 One privilege my heart desires:
O grant me an abode

Among the churches of Thy saints,
The temples of my God.

3 There shall I offer my requests,
And see Thy beauty still;
Shall hear Thy messages of love,
And there inquire Thy will.

4 When troubles rise, and storms appear,
There may His children hide;
God has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide.

5 Now shall my head be lifted high
Above my foes around;
And songs of joy and victory
Within Thy temple sound.

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