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217. THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, Though in a bare and rugged way
And feed me with a shepherd's care; Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, His presence shall my wants supply, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile, And guard me with a watchful eye; The barren wilderness shall smile, My noonday walks He shall attend, With sudden greens and herbage crown'd, And all my midnight hours defend. And streams shall murmur all around. When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Though in the paths of death I tread, Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
With gloomy horrors overspread, To fertile vales and dewy meads
My stedfast heart shall fear no ill, My weary, wandering steps He leads; For Thou, O Lord, art with me still! Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, Amid the verdant landscape flow.
And guide me through the dreadful shad
218. My God, my Father, while I stray If but my fainting heart be bless'd
Far from my home, in life's rough way, With Thy sweet Spirit for its Guest, O teach me from my heart to say
My God, to Thee I leave the rest " Thy will be done !”
" Thy will be done! ”
If Thou should'st call me to resign
“Thy will be done ! ”
Renew my will from day to day;
“Thy will be done!”
Then, when on earth I breathe no more
" Thy will be done ! ”'
And mark Thy sovereign will.
Thy bounteous goodness see;
Estrange our hearts from Thee.
Whate'er that scene may be,
A mind at peace with Thee.
Help us Thy Name to fear;
And strength to persevere.