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6 If hungry, or thirsty, just ready to faint,
Relief in due season prevents their complaint;
Is sent from their Shepherd, their wants to supply. 7. The Lord is my shepherd-what then shall I fear ?''
No foe shall affright me while he is so near;
21. 9. 8. Newton.
CHEN my Saviour, my Shepherd is near,
How quickly my sorrows depart!
New spirits enliven my heart.
And Satan assaults me in vain ;
I think I no more shall complain.
Whene'er he withdraws from my sight!
My day is soon chang'd into night:
To vex and ensnare me again;
And then I lament and complain.
I am taught my own weakness to know;
And how much to his mercy I owe:
When I faint, he revives me again;
And bids me no longer complain.
Since my Shepherd is always the same,
The soul that confides in his name?
To relieve me from all that I fear,
He was buffeted, tempted, and slain, And, at length, he will surely appear,
Though he leaves me a while to complain. 5 While I dwell in an enemy's land,
Can I hope to be always in peace ?
And that shortly this warfare will cease : Ere long he will bid me remove
From these regions of sorrow and pain, To abide in his presence above,
And then I no more shall complain.
22. 8. 7. Anon. Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep. LED thy kingdom, blessed Saviour,
, Come, O come, and reign for ever,
God of love, and Prince of peace; Visit now thy favour'd Zion
See thy people mourn and weep; Day and night thy lambs are crying,
*Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep." 2 Saviour God, with courage arm us,
Help us still to persevere; Nothing, we are sure, can harm us,
While our loving Shepherd 's near. Glory, glory be to Jesus,
At his name our hearts do leap; He both comforts us and frees us,
The good Shepherd feeds his sheep. 3 Lord, in us there is no merit,
We've been sinners from our youth: Guide, O guide us by thy Spirit,
Help us to embrace the truth; Help us on thy word to venture,
Till in death's cold arms we sleep Love our Lord, adore our Saviour
Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheep.
4 Here the Prince of thy salvation,
Saying, 'Fear not, little flock, *I, myself, am thy foundation,
Thou art built upon this rock; • Shun the paths of vice and folly,
* Near thy Shepherd constant keep, Look to me, and be ye holy,
I delight to feed my sheep.'
Taught by him we'll own his name,
How it doth our hearts inflame!
Every hind'rance overleap;
The good Shepherd feeds his sheep.
23. P. M. Altered. Motives to diligence and
perseverance. E travellers to Paradise,
That holy, happy place,
And feel his pard’ning grace;
And upwards doth ascend,
To see your heavenly Friend ;2 A friend that's nearer to you
Than any brother here; Your Lord and only Saviour,
Your great Redeemer dear; Who once a human body
Upon himself did také, Us sinners, heirs of glory
Eternaily to make.
Upon the Roman cross,
And to retrieve our loss;
He seal'd our pardon when he died,
And so remov'd the curse, And then ascended up on high,
To intercede for us. 4 Exalted there at God's right hand,
The loving Lamb doth sit ; And shows his wounded body,
His head, his hands, his feet; He pleads his matchless merit,
Before his Father's throne; And sends us down his Spirit,
And holds us out a crown; 5 A crown of life, of endless life,
The sovereign gift of Gud; Immensely rich the treasure!
It cost the Saviour's blood Now on a state of trial,
But that will shortly end; Then you 'll ascend to glory,
To meet your dearest Friend. 6 Not transiently to visit,
And thence to earth remove,
And ever feel his love;
Temptations will be o'er-
And love your Jesus more,
24. 10. 11. Brady. Saints called upon to praise God. PRAISE ye the Lord, prepare your glad voice
His praise in the great assembly to sing; În our great Creator let Israel rejoice,
And children of Zion he glad in their king.
Let them his great name for ever adore,
25. P. M. Epis. Col?.
Praise for the Gospel. z ION, the marvellous story be telling,
The Son of the Highest-how lowly his birth The brightest archangel in glory excelling, He stoops to redeem thee-he reigns upon earth. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing,
Jerusalem triumphis-Messiah is King. Tell how he cometh, from nation to nation,
The heart-cheering news !el the earth echo round; How free to the convict he offers salvation;
His saints shall with joy everlasting be crown'd. Mortals, your homage be gratefully bringing,
And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise;
26. 6. 6. 6. 6. 8. 8. Swain.
Praise for Redemption.
In heaven more sweet and loud,
In his atoning blood ;
Be honour, praise, and power-Amen. 2 Ye saints on earth, repcat
What heaven with rapture owns,
The elders cast their crowns,
And tell the world your Saviour's love.
With joy and wonder sing,