4 If in my Father's love
I share a filial part,
Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.
5 We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.
Recognizing God as a Father.
1 GREAT God, indulge my humble claim;
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
The glories that compose thy name
Stand all engaged to make me blest.
2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise,
Thou art my Father and my God;
And I am thine, by sacred ties,
Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood.
3 With early feet I love t' appear
Among thy saints, and seek thy face;
Oft have I seen thy glory there,
And felt the power of sovereign grace. 4 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,
While I have breath to pray or praise;
This work shall make my heart rejoice,
And bless the remnant of my days.
1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.
2 The hosts of God encamp around The dwellings of the just; Deliverance he affords to all
Who make his name their trust.
3 0, make but trial of his love,
Experience will decide
How blest are they, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.
4 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then
Have nothing else to fear;
Make you his service your delight,
He'll make your wants his care.
1 GOD is my strong salvation;
What foe have 1 to fear?
In darkness and temptation,
My light, my help, is near:
Though hosts encamp around me,
Firm in the fight I stand;
What terror can confound me,
With God at my right hand?
2 Place on the Lord reliance;
My soul, with courage wait;
His truth be thine affiance,
When faint and desolate;
His might thy heart shall strengthen,
His love thy joy increase;
Mercy thy days shall lengthen;
The Lord will give thee peace.
God our Shepherd.
1 THE Lord my Shepherd is;
I shall be well supplied:
Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want beside?
2 He leads me to the place
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 In sight of all my 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 future days;
Nor from thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak thy praise.
God our Shepherd.
1 THE Lord my Shepherd is,
And he my soul will keep;
He knoweth who are his,
And watcheth o'er his sheep;
Away with every anxious fear;
I cannot want while he is near.
2 His wisdom doth provide
The pasture where I feed;
Where silent waters glide
Along the quiet mead,
He leads my feet; and when I roam,
O'ertakes and brings the wanderer home.
3 He leads himself the way
His faithful flock should take:
Them who his voice obey,
His love will ne'er forsake;
And surely truth and mercy will
Attend me on my journey still.
4 Let me but feel him near,
Death's gloomy pass in view,
I'll walk without a fear
The shaded valley through;
With rod and staff, my Shepherd's care
Will guide my steps and guard me there.
Jehovah the Shepherd of his People.
1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noonday walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still:
Thy friendly rod shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
4 Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy presence shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crowned,
And streams shall murmur all around.
1 MY Shepherd will supply my need;
Jehovah is his name;
In pastures fresh he makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.
2 He brings my wandering spirit back
When I forsake his ways,
And leads me, for his mercy's sake.
In paths of truth and grace.
3 When I walk through the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay;
A word of thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.
4 Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
Ďoth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows;
Thine oil anoints my head.
5 The sure provisions of my God,
Attend me all my days;
O, may thine house be mine abode,
And all my works be praise.
6 There would I find a settled rest,
While others go and come—
No more a stranger or a guest,
But like a child at home.
1 THOUGH I walk through the gloomy vale,
Where death and all its terrors are,
My heart and hope shall never fail,
For God my Shepherd's with me there.
2 Amid the darkness and the deeps,
Thou art my comfort, thou my stay;
Thy staff supports my feeble steps,
Thy rod directs my doubtful way.
The Care of the good Shepherd.
1 THE Lord is my Shepherd; no want shall I know; 1 feed in green pastures, safe folded to rest;
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,
Restores me when wandering, redeems when oppressed.
2 Thro' the valley and shadow of death though I stray,
Since thou art my Guardian, no evil 1 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;
With oil and perfume thou anointest my head;
O, what shall I ask of thy providence more?
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