6 The sure provisions of my God

Attend me all my days:
O may Thy house be mine abode,

And all my work be praise !
6 There would I find a settled rest,

While others go and come; No more a stranger or a guest,

But like a child at home,

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Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want, In pastures green He leadeth me

The quiet waters by.
2 My soul He doth restore again;

And me to walk doth make,
Within the paths of righteousness,

E'en for His own name's sake. 3 Yea! though I walk in death's dark vale

Yet will I fear none ill;
For Thou art with me, and Thy rod

And staff me comfort still.
4 My table Thou hast furnished

In presence of my foes;
My head Thou dost with oil anoint,

And my cup overflows.
5 Goodness and mercy all my life

SI surely follow me;
And in God's house for evermoro

My dwelling place shall be. 26

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HE God of love my Shepherd is,

To watch me and to feed;
Since He is mine, and I am His,

What can I ever need?

2 His gentle goodness leadeth me,

And makes me down to lie
In greenest pastures fearlessly,
The quiet

waters by.
3 And so restoreth He my soul;

And when I wandering stray
Weary and faint, He makes me whole,

And teaches His own way. 4 When darkness comes and death is near,

I feel my Shepherd's rod; And so I quite forget my fear,

And lean upon my God. 5 Thy comforts amid all my foes

My life, my spirit, bless; My cup of mercy overflows

With tender faithfulness.
6 Surely Thy sweet and wondrous love

Shall measure all my days;
Thy house below, Thy house above,

Shall witness to my praise.

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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 greens and herbage crown'd;
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.

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PSALM XXIII. 148th M. CONDER 1 SHE Lord my Shepherd is,

And He my soul will keep.
He knoweth who are His,

And watcheth o'er His sheep.
Away with every anxious fear :
I cannot want while He is near.

2 His wisdom doth provide

The pasture where I feed :
Where the still waters glide

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

3 He leads, Himself, the way

His faithful flock should take.
Them who His voice obey,

His love will ne'er forsake;
For He has pledg'd His holy name;
He who for ever is the same.

4

Let me but feel Him near,

Death's gloomy pass in view,

111 walk without a fear

The shadowy valley through.
With rod and staff, my Shepherd's care
Will guide my steps, and guard me 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.

6 Still hope and grateful praise

Shall form my constant song;
Shall heer my gloomiest days,

And tune my dying tongue :
Until my ransom'd soul shall rise
To praise Him better in the skies.

PSALM XXIV.

D. C. M.

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1 IFT up your heads, eternal gates;
The King of Glory; see! He comes

With His celestial train.
Who is the King of Glory, who?

The Lord for strength renown'd,
Jehovah-Jesus, o'er His foes

Eternal victor crown'd.

2 Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates,

In state to entertain
The King of Glory:lo! He comes

With all His ransom'd train.
Who is the King of Glory, who?

The Lord of Hosts renown'd;
Triumphant over sin and death,

Eternal victor crown'd.

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L. M.
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EJOICE, ye shining worlds on high, Who can this King of Glory be?

The mighty Lord, the Saviour's He.
2 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves display,

To make the Lord, the Saviour, way;
Laden with spoils from earth and hell,

The Conqueror comes with God to dwell. 3 Rais'd from the dead, he goes before ;

He opens heaven's eternal door,
To give His saints a blest abode,
With their Redeemer and their God.

PSALM XXV.

S. M.

WATTS

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1 ROM the first dawning light

Till the dark evening rise, For Thy salvation, Lord, I wait,

With ever-longing eyes. 2 Remember all Thy grace,

And lead me in Thy truth; Forgive the sins of riper days,

And follies of my youth.

3 Mine eyes and my desire

Are ever to the Lord,
I love to plead His promises,

And rest upon His word.
4 O keep my soul from death, :

Nor put my hope to shame; For I have plac'd my only trust

In my Redeemer's name.