The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations/The 23 Psalme
§ 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?
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 convertAnd bring my minde in frame:And all this not for my desert,But for his holy name.
Yea, in deaths shadie black abodeWell may I walk, not fear:For thou art with me; and thy rodTo 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 wineRunnes over day and night.
Surely thy sweet and wondrous loveShall measure all my dayes:And as it never shall remove,So neither shall my praise.