My Shepherd is the living Lord,
Nothing therefore I need:
In pastures fair, near pleasant streams,
He setteth me to feed.
He shall convert and glad my soul,
And bring my mind in frame,
To walk in paths of righteousness,
For His most holy name.
Yea, though I walk in vale of death,
Yet will I fear no ill;
Thy rod and staff do comfort me,
And Thou art with me still.
Through all my life Thy favour is
So freely shew'd to me,
That in Thy house for evermore
My dwelling place shall be.
THE LORD Himself, the mighty Lord, Vouchsafes to be my guide;
The Shepherd, by whose constant care
My wants are all supplied.
He does my wand'ring soul reclaim,
And, to His endless praise,
Instruct with humble zeal to walk
In His most righteous ways.
I pass the gloomy vale of death,
From fear and danger free;
For there His aiding rod and staff
Defend and comfort me.
Since God does thus His wondrous love
Through all my life extend,
That life to Him I will devote,
And in His temple spend.
ERECT your heads, eternal gates,
Unfold to entertain
The King of glory; see He comes
With His celestial train.
Who is this King of glory? who?
The Lord for strength renown'd;
In battle mighty, o'er His foes
Eternal victor crown'd.
Erect your heads, ye gates, unfold
In state to entertain
The King of glory; see He comes
With all His shining train.
Who is this King of glory? who?
The Lord of hosts renown'd;
Of glory He alone is King,
Who is with glory crown'd.
THY mercies and Thy love,
O Lord, recal to mind;
And graciously continue still,
As Thou wert ever, kind.
Let all my youthful crimes
Be blotted out by Thee;
And for Thy wond'rous goodness' sake,
In mercy think on me.
mercy and His truth
The righteous Lord displays,
In bringing wand'ring sinners home,
And teaching them His ways.
In faithfulness He guides
Those who His guidance seek;
And in His sacred paths shall lead
The humble and the meek.
Through all the ways of God
Both truth and mercy shine;
To such as with religious hearts
To His blest will incline.
CONTINUE, Lord, to hear my voice,
Whene'er to Thee I cry ;
In mercy my complaints receive,
Nor my request deny.
When us to seek Thy glorious face
Thou kindly dost advise;
Thy glorious face I'll always seek,
My grateful heart replies.
Then leave me not, when griefs assail,
And earthly comforts flee;
When father, mother, kindred fail,
My God, remember me.
ASCRIBE to God, ye sons of men,
Ascribe with one accord,
All praise and honour, might and strength,
To Him the living Lord.
Give glory to His holy name,
And honour Him alone;
Give worship to His majesty,
And bow before His throne.
The Lord doth sit upon the floods,
Their fury to restrain a;
He reigns above, both Lord and King,
And evermore shall reign.
The Lord shall give His people strength,
And bid their sorrows cease;
The Lord shall bless His chosen race
With everlasting peace.
THEE, Lord, my thankful soul would bless,
Thee, all my powers adore;
Thy hand hath rais'd me from distress;
Thy grace I will implore.
O Lord, my God, opprest with grief,
To Thee I breath'd my cry;
Thy healing mercy brought relief,
And dried my tearful eye.
Thy mercy chas'd the shades of death,
And snatch'd me from the grave;
O may Thy praise employ that breath,
Which mercy deign'd to save.
To Thee, my gracious God, I raise
My thankful heart and tongue;
O be Thy goodness and Thy praise
My everlasting song.
DEFEND me, Lord, from shame,
For still I trust in Thee;
As just and righteous is Thy name,
From danger set me free.
Bow down Thy gracious ear,
And speedy succour send;
Do Thou my steadfast rock appear,
To shelter and defend.
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