161. S. M. WATTS. God our Shepherd. Ps. 23. 1 THE Lord my shepherd is, 2 He leads me to the place 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 sight 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. 13* 149 162. 7s. M. MERRICK. God our Shepherd. Ps. 23. 1 Lo, my shepherd's hand divine! 3 He my soul anew shall frame, When through devious paths I stray, 4 Thou my plenteous board hast spread; 5 Constant, to my latest end, 163. 11s. M. God our Shepherd. MONTGOMERY. Ps. 23. THE Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know: I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest; flow; Restores me when wandering, redeems when oppressed. 2 Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray, Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear; Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay, No harm can befall with my Comforter near. 3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread; With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er ; With perfume and oil thou anointest my head; O what shall I ask of thy providence more? 4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God, Still follow my steps, till I meet thee above; I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod Through the land of their sojourn, thy kingdom of love. 164. C. M. DODDRIDGE. The Divine Presence and Help. 1 AND art thou with us, gracious Lord, Dost thou proclaim thyself our God, 2 Doth thy right hand, which formed the earth, 3 On this support our souls shall lean, The gloomy vale of death will smile, 4 While we his gracious succor prove, 'Midst all our various ways, The darkest shades, through which we pass, Shall echo with his praise. 165. L. M.. WATTS. Darkness of Providence. 1 LORD, we adore thy vast designs, 2 Through seas and storms of deep distress 3 Dear Father, if thy lifted rod Thine arm shall bear us safely through. 166. L. M. TATE & BRADY. Confidence in God's Protection. Ps. 18. 1 No change of times shall ever shock 2 Thou my deliverer art, my God; 3 Thou to the just shalt justice show; 4 Then who deserves to be adored, 167. 7s. M. MRS. BARBAULD. Providence adored in all Changes. 1 PRAISE to God, immortal praise, 3 Flocks that whiten all the plain, 4 All that spring with bounteous hand 5 These to thee, our God! we owe, |