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" Give us this day our Daily Bread!' 231
Lord, bring Thy sheep that wander yet, And let the number be complete : Then let Thy flock from earth remove, And occupy the fold above.
Thomas Kelly. 1804-1836.
ccxvr. Psalm XXIII.
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 noon-day walks He shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary, wandering steps He leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow.
Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My stedfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my wants beguile ; The barren wilderness shall smile With sudden greens and herbage crown'd, And streams shall murmur all around.
Joseph A ddison. 1712.