[Written for the Sentinel.]

Love's Guidance

My shepherd is the King most high;
My every want He doth supply,

And He to me is ever nigh:
Love leadeth me.

As ever on my course I press,
Toward that eternal state of rest

Where all with His sweet peace are blest,
Love guideth me.

Though falt'ring be my steps, and weak,
I'll look to Him,—His strength I'll seek,—

Assured that, when I'm patient, meek,
Love strengthens me.

As onward in the truth I go,
Each day destroying some dark foe,

With healing streams which ever flow,
Love blesseth me.

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