The Church.
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§ The 23 Psalme.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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,
Ev'n in my enemies sight:
My head with oyl, my cup with wine
Runnes over day and night.
Ev'n 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.
Shall measure all my dayes:
And as it never shall remove,
So neither shall my praise.
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