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6 The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days:
And all my work be praise !
While others go and come; No more a stranger or a guest,
But like a child at home,
The makes me down to lie,
PSALM XXIII. C. M. SCOTCH VERSION. 1
Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want, In pastures green He leadeth me
The quiet waters by.
And me to walk doth make,
E'en for His own name's sake. 3 Yea! though I walk in death's dark vale
Yet will I fear none ill;
And staff me comfort still.
In presence of my foes;
And my cup overflows.
SI surely follow me;
My dwelling place shall be. 26
PSALM XXIII C. M. G. HERBERT.* i TT
HE God of love my Shepherd is,
To watch me and to feed;
What can I ever need?
2 His gentle goodness leadeth me,
And makes me down to lie
And when I wandering stray
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.
Shall measure all my days;
Shall witness to my praise.
PSALM XXII. 112th M. ADDISON. IM
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,
3 Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
4 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread ;
PSALM XXIII. 148th M. CONDER 1 SHE Lord my Shepherd is,
And He my soul will keep.
And watcheth o'er His sheep.
2 His wisdom doth provide
The pasture where I feed :
Along the quiet mead,
3 He leads, Himself, the way
His faithful flock should take.
His love will ne'er forsake;
Let me but feel Him near,
Death's gloomy pass in view,
111 walk without a fear
The shadowy valley through.
My foes stand silent by.
My cruse is never dry:
6 Still hope and grateful praise
Shall form my constant song;
And tune my dying tongue :
D. C. M.
1 IFT up your heads, eternal gates;
With His celestial train.
The Lord for strength renown'd,
Eternal victor crown'd.
2 Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates,
In state to entertain
With all His ransom'd train.
The Lord of Hosts renown'd;
Eternal victor crown'd.
EJOICE, ye shining worlds on high, Who can this King of Glory be?
The mighty Lord, the Saviour's He.
To make the Lord, the Saviour, way;
The Conqueror comes with God to dwell. 3 Rais'd from the dead, he goes before ;
He opens heaven's eternal door,
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,
And rest upon His word.
Nor put my hope to shame; For I have plac'd my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.