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Psalm xxiii versified.
The Lord is my shepherd, I nothing can need,
While I range on the banks, where his flock he doth feed;
My heart he shall turn, and my goings shall guide,
In the paths of his peace, with himself by my side.
While I range on the banks, where his flock he doth feed;
My heart he shall turn, and my goings shall guide,
In the paths of his peace, with himself by my side.
Yea, tho' I should walk in the death-horrid dale,
No ill need I fear, where no ill can prevail:
My Saviour is with me, his staff and his rod
At once shall correct, and conduct me to God.
No ill need I fear, where no ill can prevail:
My Saviour is with me, his staff and his rod
At once shall correct, and conduct me to God.
Thy love shall prepare me a table all spread,
In the face of my foes, with the life-giving bread;
My head thou anoint'st with the oil of thy grace,
While my cup shall run o'er with the joy of thy face.
In the face of my foes, with the life-giving bread;
My head thou anoint'st with the oil of thy grace,
While my cup shall run o'er with the joy of thy face.
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Thy mercy and goodness shall follow me still,
Thro' the mazes of life to the mount of thy hill.
Where landed and safe, I shall take my abode,
And eternally sing to the praise of my God.
Thro' the mazes of life to the mount of thy hill.
Where landed and safe, I shall take my abode,
And eternally sing to the praise of my God.
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