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THE SAME.
(WRITTEN FOR A CHILD.)
The Lord is my Shepherd, and I am His sheep.
His flock He from want and from danger will keep.
In pastures all verdant by night I abide,
And He chooses my path where the cool waters glide.
His flock He from want and from danger will keep.
In pastures all verdant by night I abide,
And He chooses my path where the cool waters glide.
If ever I wander, as silly sheep roam,
He seeks His poor truant, and follows me home;
Then shews by His footsteps the way I should take,
And, true to his promise, will never forsake.
He seeks His poor truant, and follows me home;
Then shews by His footsteps the way I should take,
And, true to his promise, will never forsake.
When, gloomy my path, the deep valleys I tread,
All darkness before, and the rocks over head,
My Shepherd is with me; why fear any ill?
His crook and His staff they shall comfort me still.
All darkness before, and the rocks over head,
My Shepherd is with me; why fear any ill?
His crook and His staff they shall comfort me still.
My enemies frown; but they can do no more:
My wants are supplied till my cup runneth o'er.
Surely goodness and mercy my days shall attend,
Till I reach the bright mansions of joy without end.
My wants are supplied till my cup runneth o'er.
Surely goodness and mercy my days shall attend,
Till I reach the bright mansions of joy without end.
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