162.

L. M. 61.

*ADDISON.

God our Shepherd. Ps. 23.

1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His
presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noonday walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountains pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

3 Though in the paths of Death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still.
Thy friendly staff shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
4 Though, in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile,
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crowned,
And streams shall murmur all around.

The Same. Ps. 28.

1 THE Lord my shepherd is:
I shall be well supplied;
Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want beside?

WATTS.

2 He leads me to the place
Where heavenly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.

3 If e'er I go astray,

He doth my soul reclaim,

And guides me in his own right way,
For his most holy name.

4.Whilst he affords his aid,

I cannot yield to fear;

Though I should walk through death's dark shade, My shepherd's with me there.

5 In sight of all my foes

Thou dost my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head.

6 The bounties of thy love

Shall crown my following days; Nor from thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak thy praise.

164.

11s M.

The Same. Ps. 23.

*BYROM.

1 THE Lord is our shepherd, our guardian, and guide;

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 fear?

Shall dangers affrighten us while he is near? O, no- when he calls us, we'll walk through 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 breath,

Be joyful through life, and resigned in our death.

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7s M.

MERRICK.

The Same. Ps. 23.

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.

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 oppressed.

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.

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GOD MANIFEST IN NATURE.

167.

L. M.

*MRS. STEELE.

Nature proclaiming God.

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?