Psalm 23: George Herbert
The God of love my Shepherd is,
And He that doth me feed,
While He is mine, and I am His,
What can I want or need ?
He leads me to the tender grasse,
Where I both feed and rest ;
Then to the streams that gently passe :
In both I have the best.
Or if I stray, He doth convert,
And bring my minde in frame :
And all this not for my desert,
But for His holy name.
Yea, in Deaths shadie black abode
Well may I walk, not fear ;
For Thou art with me, and Thy rod
To guide, Thy staffe to bear.
Nay, Thou dost make me sit and dine
Evn in my enemies sight ;
My head with oyl, my cup with wine
Runnes over day and night.
Surely Thy sweet and wondrous love
Shall measure all my dayes ;
And as it never shall remove,
So neither shall my praise.
[Originally from The
DEFI Project - University of Liege. Psalm
23]
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