And still he loves to fish for trout, Yet not upon the sea;

But when beside a winding brook, A happy man is he.

HYMN.

"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures, He leadeth me beside the still waters."

To thy pastures green and fair,
Saviour, let a child repair;
I will never stray from thee,
But thy fold my home shall be.

Like a gentle lamb, I'll lay
In the meadows fresh and gay,
Peaceful and contented there,
Guarded by my shepherd's care.

By the waters still and clear,
I shall wander without fear,
Happy by my shepherd's side,
All my wants will be supplied.

Lord, my shepherd wilt thou be?
Help me then to follow thee,
At thy feet myself I cast,

Thee to serve, while life shall last.

HYMN FOR THE DEAD.

We do not feel, that thou

Art taken from us now,
Without a meaning and a purpose clear ;
Thy life was brief, but bright;

And it has left the light

of goodness and of beauty round us here.

God sent thee here to bless,

With love and gentleness,

How many hearts, that are with anguish rung! And thy young life has passed;

O'er us the cloud is cast,

While heaven's glories are around thee flung.

Thou had'st a sweet control

Over the heart and soul

Of all who heard the music of thy voice;

We may not hear again

From thee, one blessed strain

Of those loved tones to gladden and rejoice.

O thou art early dead!

Bright hopes have perished,

Visions of future years are sunk in night;
Yet shall that voice of thine,

In harmony divine,

Sing praises for thy spirit's early flight.

For thou art now at rest.

Among the happiest ;

A spirit, at thy Saviour's feet forgiven;
Thou art forever free,

No sin can shadow thee,

Clothed in the white and holy robes of heaven.