648. C. M. J. Q. Adams. Psalm 23. 1 My Shepherd is the Lord on high; His hand supplies me still; In pastures green he makes me lie, Beside the rippling rill: He cheers my soul, relieves my woes, His glory to display; The paths of righteousness he shows, And leads me in his way. 2 Though walking through death's dismal shade, No evil will I fear; Thy rod, thy staff shall lend me aid, For thou art ever near: For me a table thou dost spread In presence of my foes; With oil thou dost anoint my head; By thee my cup o'erflows. 3 Thy goodness and thy mercy sure Shall bless me all my days; And I, with lips sincere and pure, Will celebrate thy praise: Yes, in the temple of the Lord Forever I will dwell; To after time thy name record, And of thy glory tell.
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