Poem March 22, 1900 Issue

"The Lord is my Shepherd"

(Psalm XXIII.)

BY EDWARD C. BUTLER.

Music: "Portuguese Hymn," page 198 of Christian Science Hymnal.

The Lord is my Shepherd; I suffer no need,
His loving provision is boundless indeed.
He leadeth me gently by waters serene
To pastures of promise refreshingly green.

My soul He restoreth with instant relief,
And draweth me ever in trustful belief.
By ways He has trodden and paths He has pressed
He leadeth my soul to His heavenly rest.

Yea, e'en though I enter the valley called death,
With footsteps enfeebled and faltering breath,
No evil I fear, for I walk not alone;
Thy rod and Thy staff all my weakness atone.

My table Thou spreadest in wilderness waste,
With infinite beauty and bounty 'tis graced.
With royal anointing Thou crownest my head.
My joy from a fountain o'erflowing is fed.

Thy goodness and mercy shall merit my praise,
Thy wings of deliverance protect all my ways;
And in that fair temple not fashioned by hands
I shall rest with the pure and the blest of all lands.

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