[Written for the Sentinel]

My Shepherd

With tender care He leads me
Out of my starless night.
With food convenient feeds me,
Shows me His blessèd light.

The rough path of my making
He smooths before my feet;
The clouds of fear are breaking
Before Love's sunshine sweet.

With skies of safety o'er me,
His presence ever nigh,
The bright'ning way before me
I tread, with courage high.

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