3 Short be your sleep, and coarse your fare;
In vain, till God has blest;
But if his smiles attend your care,
You shall have food and rest.

4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends,
Shall real blessings prove,
Nor all the earthly joys he sends,
If sent without his love.

1 How large the promise, how divine,
To Abra'm and his seed!

"I'll be a God to thee and thine,
Supplying all their need."

2 The words of his extensive love
From age to age endure;

The angel of the covenant proves,
And seals the blessings sure.

3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms
To our great fathers given;
He takes young children to his arms,
And calls them heirs of heaven.

4 Our God, how faithful are his wavs!
His love endures the same,
Nor from the promise of his grace
Blots out the children's name.

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STERNHOLD.

God our Shepherd. Ps. 23.

1 My Shepherd is the living Lord, I therefore nothing need;

In pastures fair, near pleasant streams, He setteth me to feed.

2 He shall convert and glad my soul,
And bring my mind in frame

To walk in paths of righteousness,
For his most holy name.

3 Yea, though I walk the vale of death, Yet will I fear no ill;

Thy rod and staff they comfort me,
And thou art with me still.

4 And, in the presence of my foes,
My table thou shalt spread;
Thou wilt fill full my cup, and thou
Anointed hast my head.

5 Through all my life thy favor is
So frankly shown to me,

That in thy house for evermore
My dwelling-place shall be.

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TATE & BRADY.

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 Since God doth thus his wondrous love
Through all my life extend,
That life to him I will devote,
And in his temple spend

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ADDISON.

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 noon-day 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 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's divinely blest.

3 My wandering feet his ways mistake;
But he restores my soul to peace,
And leads me, for his mercy's sakė,
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.
6 Surely the mercies of the Lord

Attend his household all their days;
There will I dwell to hear his word,
To seek his face, and sing his praise.

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WATTS.

God our Shepherd. Ps. 23.

1 My shepherd will supply my need;
Jehovah is his name:

In pastures fresh he makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.

2 He brings my wandering spirit back,
When I forsake his ways;
And leads me, for his mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace.

3 When I walk through the shades of death,
Thy presence is my stay;
A word of thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.

4 The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days;

O may thine house be mine abode,
And all my work be praise.

5 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.