PSALM XXIII. 2d Meetre

THe gracious Lord is still, to me, A Shepherd kind, and faithful Guide; Whate'er my Wants demand, shall be By his indulgent Care, supply'd. In Pastures ever fresh, and green, He feeds, and makes me take my Rest; He leads me to the silent Stream, Or Pool which living Springs have blest. My Soul, which his Assistance needs, He doth restore, by sov'rain Grace; For his Name's Sake, he gently leads Me in the Paths of Righteousness. Tho' thro' Death's gloomy Vale I glide, No threat'ning Dangers will I fear; For thou art with me, Lord, to guide Thy Rod, and Staff, to comfort, there. My Table's with thy Bounties spread, In sight of all my spiteful Foes; Thou do'st anoint with Oyl my Head, My Cup with Blessings overflows. Goodness, and Mercy, from my God, Shall surely crown my future Days; Therefore I'll make my fixt Abode, Lord, in thy House of Pray'r, and Praise.