"The Lord is my shepherd"

BERTHA H. WOODS

Within Thy care, O Love, I shall not want—
Not want the things of earth, with envy rife;
I shall not long, where runs the ceaseless crowd,
To join them in the laughter and the strife;
I shall be calm and happy and content,
Nor feel the lust of eye or pride of life.

Inclosed in city walls, hot sultry air,
Incessant clamor rising from the street,
I shall not long for wild and windy hills;
Thy radiant presence maketh all things sweet—
Maketh the desert "blossom as the rose;"
Thy love spreads tender grass beneath my feet.

O gentle Shepherd, where Thy love enfolds,
Stilled is the cry of loneliness and fear!
No longer now I crave with aching heart,
To feel the human presence, warm and dear;
I shall not want for anything on earth—
The Lord my Shepherd is—and He is here.