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XXIII.

1

The Lord my sheepheard is, of want
I never shall complain;

2

For me to rest on, hee doth grant
Greene pastures of the plaine.

3

Hee leads me stillest streams beside,
And doth my soule reclame.
In righteous paths hee doth me guide,
For glorie of his name.

4

The valley darke of death's aboade
To passe, I'le feare no ill;
For Thow art with me, Lord, thy rod
And staffe me comfort still.

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5
For me a table Thow dost spread
In presence of my foes.
With oyle thow dost anoint mine head;
By the my cup or'flowes.

6

Mercie and goodnes all my dayes
With me shall surelie stay,
And in thy house, thy name to praise,
Lord I will dwell for ay.