Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want beside?

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Where heavenly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.

3 If e'er I go astray,

He doth my soul reclaim;

And guides me in his own right-way,
For his most holy name.

4 While he affords his aid,

I cannot yield to fear;

Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade,
My shepherd's with me there.

5 Amid surrounding foes,

Thou dost my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
And joy exalts my head.

6 The bounties of thy love

Shall crown my foll'wing days;
Nor from thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak thy praise.

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PSALM 23, Second Part, S. M.
The Presence of Christ.

HILE my Redeemer 's near,
My shepherd, and my guide,
I bid farewell to every fear;
My wants are all supplied.

dol 2 To ever-fragrant meads,

Where rich abundance grows,
His gracious hand indulgent leads,
And guards my sweet repose.

aff 3 Dear Shepherd! if I stray,

My wandering feet restore;

And guard me with thy watchful eye,
And let me rove no more.

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Where tender herbage grows,
And peaceful water flows,
He gently leads, he kindly feeds,
And lulls me then to sweet repose.
2 If e'er I heedless stray,

He shows my feet the way;
Yea, though through dreary glades,
I walk in dismal shades,

No harm I fear, for thou art near,
Thy faithful staff my progress aids.
3 When raging foes surround,
My comforts still abound;
I breathe a fragrant air,

And feed on sweetest fare:
Thus in thy fold, when worn and old,
I'll dwell secure beneath thy care.

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PSALM 23, 11s.

The Care of the good Shepherd.

HE Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know; I feed in green pastures, safe-folded I rest; He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow, Restores me when wandering, redeems when oppressed.

2 Through the valley and shadow of death, though I stray,

Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear; Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay; No harm can befall, with my comforter near. 3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread; With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er ;

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PSALM 23, 7s.

The heavenly Shepherd.

1 TO thy pastures, fair and large,

Heavenly Shepherd! lead thy charge;

And my couch, with tenderest care, Midst the springing grass prepare. 2 When I faint with summer's heat, Thou shalt guide my weary feet, To the streams, that, still and slow, Through the verdant meadows flow. mf 3 Safe the dreary vale I tread,

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By the shades of death o'erspread;
With thy rod and staff supplied,
This my guard-and that my guide.
4 Constant, to my latest end,

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Thou my footsteps shalt attend;
And shalt bid thy hallowed dome
Yield me an eternal home.

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PSALM 24, First Part, L. M.

Saints dwell in Heaven.

IIS spacious earth is all the Lord's,
And men and worms, and beasts and birds;
He raised the building on the seas,

And gave it for their dwelling-place.

2 But there's a brighter world on high,-
Thy palace, Lord! above the sky:
Who shall ascend that blest abode,
And dwell so near his Maker, God?
3 He, who abhors, and fears to sin,

Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean;
Him shall the Lord, the Saviour, bless,
And clothe his soul with righteousness.
4 These are the men, the pious race,
Who seek the God of Jacob's face;
They shall enjoy the blissful sight,
And dwell in everlasting light.

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PSALM 24, Second Part, L. M.
Christ's Ascension.

REJOICE, ye shining worlds on high!

Behold the King of glory nigh!
Who can this King of glory be?—
The mighty Lord, the Saviour, 's he.
2 Ye heavenly gates! your leaves display,
To make the Lord, the Saviour, way;
Laden with spoils from earth and hell,
The Conqueror comes with God to dwell.

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3 Raised from the dead, he goes before,
He opens heaven's eternal door,
To give his saints a blest abode,
Near their Redeemer and their God.

PSALM 24, Third Part, L. M.

Christ's Glorification.

f" 1OUR Lord is risen from the dead,

Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragged to the portals of the sky.
2 There his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay :-
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates!
Ye everlasting doors! give way,"
3 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold the radiant scene;
He claims those mansions as his right;
Receive the King of glory in.

4 "Who is the King of glory, who?"-
The Lord, that all our foes o'ercame;
That sin, and death, and hell o'erthrew;
And Jesus is the conqueror's name.
5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay:-
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates!
Ye everlasting doors! give way."
6 "Who is the King of glory, who?"-
The Lord, of boundless power possessed;
The King of saints and angels too;
God over all, for ever blessed.

PSALM 24, C. M.

The Abode of Saints.

my 1 THE earth for ever is the Lord's,

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With Adam's numerous race;
He raised its arches o'er the floods,
And built it on the seas.

2 But who, among the sons of men,
May visit thine abode?

He that has hands from mischief clean,
Whose heart is right with God.

8 This is the man may rise, and take
The blessings of his grace;

This is the lot of those, that seek
The God of Jacob's face.

4 Now let our souls' immortal powers
To meet the Lord prepare,
Lift up their everlasting doors;
The King of glory 's near.

5 The King of glory! who can tell
The wonders of his might?

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He rules the nations; but to dwell
With saints is his delight.

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PSALM 24, H. M.

Christ exalted to the Throne.

YOD is gone up on high,
With a triumphant noise;
Proclaim th' angelic joys:

Join, all on earth! rejoice and sing,
Glory ascribe to glory's King.

2 God seen in flesh below,

For us he reigns above;

Let all the nations know

The Saviour's conquering love:
Join, all on earth! rejoice and sing,
Glory ascribe to glory's King.

8 All power to our great Lord
Is by the Father given;

By angel-hosts adored,

He reigns supreme in heaven: Join, all on earth! rejoice and sing, Glory ascribe to glory's King.

4 High on his holy seat,

He bears the righteous sway;

His foes beneath his feet

Shall sink, and die away;

Join, all on earth! rejoice and sing,

Glory ascribe to glory's King.

5 Then all the earth, renewed
In righteousness divine,

With all the hosts of God,
In one great chorus join:

Join, all on earth! rejoice and sing,

Glory ascribe to glory's King.