The divine Shepherd. Ps. 23.
1 MY Shepherd is the living Lord;
I therefore nothing need:
In pastures fair, with waters calm,
He sets me forth to feed.
2 He did convert and glad my soul,
And brought my mind in frame
To walk in paths of righteousness
For his most holy name.
3 Yea, though I walk in vale of death,
Yet will I fear no ill;
Thy rod, thy staff doth comfort me,
And thou art with me still.
4 And in the presence of my foes
My table thou shalt spread;
Thou shalt, O Lord, fill full my cup,
And thou anoint my head.
5 Through all my life thy favor is
So frankly showed to me,
That in thy house forevermore
My dwelling-place shall be.
God our Shepherd. Ps. 23.
1 THE Lord himself, the mighty Lord,
Vouchsafes to be my Guide;
The Shepherd, by whose constant care
My wants are all supplied.
2 In tender grass he makes me feed,
And gently there repose;
Then leads me to cool shades, and where
Refreshing water flows.
3 He does my wandering soul reclaim,
And, to his endless praise,
Instruct with humble zeal to walk
In his most righteous ways.
4 I pass the gloomy vale of death,
From fear and danger free;
For there his aiding rod and staff
Defend and comfort me.
5 In presence of my spiteful foes,
He does my table spread;
He crowns my cup with cheerful wine,
With oil anoints my head.
6 Since God doth thus his wondrous love
Through all my life extend,
That life to him I will devote,
And in his temple spend.
God our Shepherd. Ps. 23.
1 MY Shepherd is the living Lord;
Now shall my wants be well supplied; His providence and holy word
Become my safety and my guide.
2 In pastures where salvation grows,
He makes me feed, he makes me rest; There living water gently flows,
And all the food divinely blest.
3 My wandering feet his ways mistake;
But he restores my soul to peace,
And leads me, for his mercy's sake,
In the fair paths of righteousness.
4 Though I walk through the gloomy vale,
Where death and all its terrors are,
My heart and hope shall never fail,
For God my Shepherd's with me there.
5 Amidst the darkness and the deeps,
Thou art my comfort, thou my stay;
Thy staff supports my feeble steps;
Thy rod directs my doubtful way.
God our Shepherd. Ps. 23.
1 THE Lord my Shepherd is;
I shall be well supplied;
Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want beside?
2 He leads me to the place
Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows.
3 If e'er I go astray,
He doth my soul reclaim,
And guides me in his own right way,
For his most holy name.
4 While he affords his aid,
I cannot yield to fear;
Though I should walk thro' death's dark shade,
My Shepherd's with me there.
5 In spite of all my foes,
Thou dost my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
And joy exalts my head.
6 The bounties of thy love
Shall crown my following days,
Nor from thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak thy praise.
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God our Shepherd. Ps. 23.
1 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 noonday walks he shall 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 bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens 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 crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
God our Shepherd. Ps. 23.
1 LO, my Shepherd's hand divine!
Want shall never more be mine;
In a pasture fair and large,
He shall feed his happy charge.
2 When I faint with summer's heat,
He shall lead my weary feet
To the streams that, still and slow,
Through the verdant meadow flow.
3 He my soul anew shall frame,
And, his mercy to proclaim,
When through devious paths I stray,..
Teach my steps the better way.
4 Thou my plenteous board hast spread;
Thou with oil refreshed my head;
Filled by thee, my cup o'erflows;
For thy love no limit knows :
5 Constant, to my latest end,
This my footsteps shall attend,
And shall bid thy hallowed dome
Yield me an eternal home.
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