5 The fure Provifions of my GOD
Attend me all my Days;
O may thy House be mine Abode,
And all my Work be Praise.
6 There would I find a fettled Reft,
(While others go and come)
No more a Stranger or a Gueft,
But like a Child at Home.
PSALM XXIII. Metre iii.
Y SHEPHERD is the living LORD;
M'Now thall my Wants be well fupply'd:
His Providence and holy Word
Become my Safety and my Guide.
2 In Pastures where Salvation grows,
He makes me feed, tie makes me reft;
There living Water gently flows,
And all the Food divinely bleft.
3 My wand'ring Feet his Ways mistake,
But He reftores my Soul to Peace;
And leads me for his Mercy's Sake
In the fair Paths of Righteoufnefs.
4 Though I walk through the gloomy Vale,
Where Death and all its Terrors are,
My Heart and Hope fhall never fail,
For GOD my SHEPHERD'S with me there.
5 Amidst the Darkness and the Deeps
Thou art my Comfort, Thou my Stay;
Thy Staff fupports my feeble Steps,
Thy Rod directs my doubtful Way.
6 The Sons of Earth and Sons of Hell
Gaze at thy Goodness, and repine
To fee my Table spread fo well
With living Bread and cheerful Wine.
7 How I rejoice, when on my Head
Thy SPIRIT condefcends to rest!
"Tis a divine Anointing, shed
Like Oil of Gladnefs at a Feaft.
8 Surely the Mercies of the LORD
Attend his Household all their Days;
There will I dwell to hear his Word,
To feek his Face, and fing his Praife.
I O thy Paftures, fair and large,
Heav'nly SHEPHERD, lead thy Charge;
And my Couch, with tend'reft Care,
Midft the fpringing Grafs prepare.
2 When I faint with Summer's Heat,
Thou fhalt guide my weary Feet
To the Streams, that, ftill and flow,
Through the verdant Meadows flow.
Soul anew fhalt frame,
And thy Mercy to proclaim,
When through devious Paths I ftray,
Teach my Steps the better Way.
4 Safe the dreary Vale I tread,
By the Shades of Death o'erfpread,
With thy Rod and Staff fupply'd,
This my Guard, and that my Guide.
5 Thou my plenteous Board haft spread,
Thou with Oil refresh'd my Head ;
Fill'd by Thee my Cup o'erflows,
For thy Love no Limit knows.
6 Conftant to my latest End
Thou my Footfteps fhalt attend;
And fhalt bid thy hallow'd Dome
Yield me an eternal Home.
HE LORD my Pafture shall prepare,
And feed me with a Shepherd's Care,
His Prefence shall my Wants fupply,
And guard me with a watchful Eye;
My Noon-Day Walks He fhall attend,
And all my Midnight Hours defend.
2 When in the fultry Glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty Mountain pant,
To fertile Vales, and dewy Meads
My weary wand'ring Steps he leads
Where peaceful Rivers, soft and flow,
Amid the verdant Landskip flow.
3 Though in the Paths of Death I tread,
With gloomy Horrors overfpread;
My ftedfaft Heart fhall fear no Ill,
For Thou, O LORD, art with me ftill:
Thy friendly Crook fhall give me Aid,
And guide me through the dreadful Shade.
4 Though in a bare and rugged Way
Through devious, lonely Wilds I ftray;
Thy Bounty fhall my Pains beguile,
The barren Wilderness fhall fmile
With fudden Greens and Herbage crown'd,
And Streams fhall murmur all around.
HE Earth for ever is the LORD's, With Adam's num'rous Race; He rais'd its Arches o'er the Floods, And built it on the Seas.
2 But who among the Sons of Men
May vifit thine Abode ?-
He that has Hands from Mifchief clean,
Whofe Heart is right with GOD.
3 This is the Man may rife and take
The Bleffings of his Grace:
This is the Lot of thofe that feek
The GoD of Jacob's Face.
4 NOW let our Souls immortal Pow'rs
To meet the LORD prepare:
Lift up your Heads, eternal Doors!
The KING OF GLORY's near.
Who is the King of Glory? who
His wondrous Name can tell?
The LORD OF HOSTS who dwelt below, And conquer'd Sin and Hell.
6 JESUS, the GOD of boundlefs Might,
Whom Heav'n and Earth obey;
Lift up your Heads, ye Gates of Light,
Eternal Doors, give Way!
7 Who is the King of Glory? who?
The LORD OF HOSTS renown'd:
Glory to HIM alone is due,
Who is with Glory crown'd.
HE Earth and all her Fulness owns
JEHOVAH for her fov'reign LORD:
The countless Myriads of her Sons
Rofe into Being at his Word.
2 His Word did out of Nothing call
The World, and founded All that is;
Built on the Floods this folid Ball,
And fix'd it in the floating Seas.
3 But who shall quit this low Abode?
Who fhall afcend the heav'nly Place?
And ftand
upon the Mount of God?
And fee his MAKER Face to Face?
4 The Man whofe Hands and Heart are pure
That bleffed Portion fhall poffefs :
Him fhall the LORD from Sin fecure,
And clothe and crown with Righteoufnefs.
5 Such only form the chofen Choir
Who seek the Face of Jacob's GOD;
Whofe Feet, with licens'd Step, aspire
To vifit Sion's bleft Abode.
6 OUR LORD is rifen from the Dead,
Our SAVIOUR is gone up on high;
The Pow'rs of Hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the Portals of the Sky.
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