He leads my feet; and, when I roam, O'ertakes and brings the wanderer home. 3 He leads, Himself, the way 4 5 His faithful flock should take. For He has pledged His holy name ;- Let me but feel Him near, I'll walk without a fear The shadowy valley through: With rod and staff, my Shepherd's care Will guide my steps, and guard ine there. Still is my table spread; My foes stand silent by; I feed on living bread; My cruse is never dry: And surely love and mercy will Still hope and grateful praise 27 (PSALM 23.) L.M., 6 lines. ADDISON 1 The Lord our Shepherd. THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, 2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, 3 Though in a bare and rugged way, 4 Though in the paths of death I tread, 28 L.M. 1OUR Lord is risen from the dead: 2 There His triumphal chariot waits, 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, 4 Who is the King of Glory, who? The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew; 5 Lo! His triumphal chariot waits, 6 Who is the King of Glory, who? 29 1 2 3 4 (PSALM 25.) S.M. WATTS. 6 Prayer and Waiting. LIFT my soul to God, My trust is in His name: Let not my foes that seek my blood From the first dawning light The Lord is just and kind, The methods of His grace. 5 For His own goodness' sake 30 1 2 3 4 31 1 (PSALM 25.) Divine Instruction. THERE'ER the man is found W That fears to offend his God, That loves the gospel's joyful sound, And trembles at the rod, The Lord shall make him know The wonders of His covenant show, The dealings of His hand Are truth and mercy still With such as to His covenant stand, And love to do His will. Their souls shall dwell at ease Before their Maker's face; Their seed shall taste the promises In their extensive grace. S.M. (PSALM 25.) MINE eyes and my desire Are ever to the Lord; I love to plead His promises, And rest upon His word. WATTS. When will Thy hand release my feet Out of the deadly snare? When shall the sovereign grace Restore me from those dangerous ways 3 Of my forgiving God, My wandering feet have trod? UDGE me, O Lord, and try my heart, For Thou that heart canst see; And bid each idol thence depart That dares compete with Thee. 2 Though weak and cleaving to the dust, My soul adores Thee still; Thy grace and truth are all my trust; 3 Thine altar, Lord, I would embrace 4 O guide me in Thy love and fear; I would not walk with sinners here, 1 THE Lord of glory is my light, 2 One privilege my heart desires: Among the churches of Thy saints, 3 There shall I offer my requests, 4 When troubles rise, and storms appear, 5 Now shall my head be lifted high |