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i( Give its this day our Daily Bread'.'' 233
The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied ; Since He is mine, and I am His, What can I want beside ?
He leads me to the place Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows.
If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim, And guides me in His own right way For His most holy Name.
While He affords His aid, I cannot yield to fear ; Though I should walk through death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there.
In spite of all my foes Thou dost my table spread ; My cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head.
The bounties of Thy love Shall crown my following days ; Nor from Thy house will I remove, Nor cease to speak Thy praise.
Isaac Watts. 1719.