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THE SHEPHERD OF ISRAEL.
Psalm xxiii.
With God for my Shepherd, I never can need.He finds the fresh pastures where daily I feed.
By soft-flowing waters he chooses my track,
And leads, if I stray, his poor wanderer back.
He guides me aright in the path I should take,
The pathway of life, for His faithfulness' sake.
Yea, though the dark ravines of death I should tread,
If Thou, Lord, art with me, no peril I'll dread.
I'll think on Thy rod and Thy staff of defence;
And these shall new courage and comfort dispense.
Thou spreadest my board in the sight of my foes:
My head Thou anointest; my cup overflows.
Still goodness shall follow, where'er I may roam,
And the house of the Lord be for ever my home.
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