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PILGRIMAGE.

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(See Ps. xxiii.)

The Lord, my Shepherd, will provide
For all my wants; He makes me rest
Upon the mountain's grassy breast,
Or by the quiet water's side.”
Well said, thou true and thankful heart!
And yet not all can breathe Amen;
For some must roam the desert, when
The downward sunbeams fiercely dart;
Must wander in a burning land,
Where shade and verdure are unknown;
Where nought is seen but bare grey stone,
And long brown tracts of weary sand.
Yet even there the Lord can spread
A table in the midst of foes;
Out of the rock the fountain flows,
And from the heavens descendeth bread.
And faith can see a vision shine
Of homes of everlasting rest,
Where God will make His people blest,
In vine-clad vales of Palestine.