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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.

159. L. M. Watts.

God our Shepherd. Ps. 23.
1 My shepherd is the living Lord :

Now shall my wants be well supplied :
His įrovidence 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;

Bút 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.

160. C. M. 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 and

come, No more a stranger or a guest,

But like a child at home.


161. S. M. WATTS.

God our Shepherd. Ps. 23. 1 The Lord my shepherd is,

I shall be well supplied : Since he is mine, and I am his,

What can I want beside ?

2 He leads me to the place

Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass,

And full salvation flows. 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.



162. 7s. M. MERRICK.

God our Shepherd. Ps. 23.
1 Lo, my shepherd's hand divine !

Want shall never more be mine:
In a pasture fair and large

He shall feed his happy charge.
2 When I faint with summer's heat,

He shall lead my weary feet
To the streams that, still and slow,

Through the verdant meadows flow. 3 He my soul anew shall frame,

And, his mercy to proclaim,
When through devious paths I stray,

Teach iny steps the better way. 4 Thou my plenteous board hast spread;

Thou with oil refreshed my head;
Filled by thee, my cup o'erflows;

For thy love no limit knows. 5 Constant, to my latest end,

Thou my footsteps shalt attend,
And shalt bid thy hallowed dome
Yield me an eternal home.
163. 11s. M. MONTGOMERY.

God our Shepherd. Ps. 23.
The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I

know: I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest; He leadeth my soul where the still waters

flow; Restores me when wandering, redeems when


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 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 king-

dom of love.



The Divine Presence and Help.
1 AND art thou with us, gracious Lord,

To dissipate our fear?
Dost thou proclaim thyself our God,

Our God forever near ?

2 Doth thy right hand, which formed the earth,

And bears up all the skies,
Stretch from on high its friendly aid,

When dangers round us rise ?
3 On this support our souls shall lean,

And banish every care;
The gloomy vale of death will smile,

If God be with us there.

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