1 THE Lord is our shepherd, our guardian, and
Whatever we want he will kindly provide;
To sheep of his pasture his mercies abound;
His care and protection his flock will surround.
2 The Lord is our shepherd-what, then, shall we
Shall dangers affrighten us while he is near? O, no-when he calls us, we'll walk through the the vale,
The shadow of death, but our hearts shall not fail.
3 Afraid by ourselves to pursue the dark way, Thy rod and thy staff be our comfort and stay: We know, by thy guidance, when once it is past, To life and to glory it brings us at last.
4 The Lord is become our salvation and song; His blessings have followed us all our life long;His name will we praise while he lends to us
Be joyful through life, and resigned in our death.
1 Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine!
Want shall never more be mine:
In a pasture fair and large,
He shall feed his happy charge.
2 When I faint with summer's heat,
He shall lead my weary feet
To the streams that, still and slow,
Through the verdant meadows flow.
3 He my soul anew shall frame,
And, his mercy to proclaim,
When through devious paths I stray,
Teach my steps the better way.
4 Thou my plenteous board hast spread;
Thou with oil refreshed my head;
Filled by thee, my cup o'erflows;
For thy love no limit knows.
5 Constant, to my latest end,
Thou my footsteps shalt attend,
And shalt bid thy hallowed dome
Yield me an eternal home.
1 THE Lord is my shepherd-no want shall I know;
I feed in green pastures-safe folded I rest;
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow;
Restores me when wandering-redeems when
2 Through valley and shadow of death though I stray,
Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear; Thy rod shall defend me-thy staff be my stay; No harm can befall with my Comforter near.
3 In midst of affliction my table is spread;
With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er •
With perfume and oil thou anointest my head;-
O what shall I ask of thy providence more?
4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God,
Still follow my steps till I meet thee above;
I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod
In days of their sojourn, thy kingdom of love.
1 THERE is a God all nature speaks
Through earth, and air, and seas, and skies:
See, from the clouds his glory breaks
When the first beams of morning rise.
2 The rising sun, serenely bright,
O'er the wide world's extended frame,
Inscribes, in characters of light,
His mighty Maker's glorious name.
3 Diffusing life, his influence spreads,
And health and plenty smile around:
The fruitful fields and verdant meads
Are with a thousand blessings crowned.
4 The flowery tribes all blooming rise
Above the faint attempts of art:
Their bright, inimitable dyes
Speak sweet conviction to the heart.
5 Almighty goodness, power divine,
The mountains, forests, streams display;
They speak the hand that drew their line,
And gave them all their bright array.
6 Shall we, who trace his works abroad,
Refuse to own his skill and power?
O let us here confess our God,
And bow before him, and adore.
God the Life and Light of the World. Ps. 84.
1 THOU art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from thee.
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
2 When day, with farewell beam, delays
Among the opening clouds of even,
And we can almost think we gaze
Through golden vistas into heaven,
Those hues that make the sun's decline
So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.
3 When night, with wings of starry gloom,
O'ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume
Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes,
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.
4 When youthful spring around us breathes,
Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh;
And every flower the summer wreaths
Is born beneath thy kindling eye.
Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are thine.
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