Psalm 23; G. Herbert, Tr.

8.6.8.6.D.

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?

2

He leads me to the tender grass,

Where I both feed and rest;

Then to the streams that gently pass,

In both I have the best.

3

Or if I stray, He doth convert,

And bring my mind in frame:

And all this not for my desert,

But for His holy Name.

4

Yea, in death’s shady, black abode

Well may I walk, not fear,

For Thou art with me, and Thy rod

To guide, Thy staff to bear.

5

Surely Thy sweet and wondrous love

Shall measure all my days;

And as it never shall remove,

So neither shall my praise.