XXIII. The LORD himself doth condescend

1 The LORD himself doth condescend,
To be my Shepherd and my Friend;
I on his faithfulness rely;
His Care shall all my Wants supply.

2 In Pastures green he doth me lead,
And there in Safety makes me feed,
Refreshing Streams are ever nigh,
My thirsty Soul to satify.

3 When stray'd, or languid, I complain,
His Grace revives my Soul again;
For his Name's sake, in Ways upright,
He makes me walk with great Delight.

4 Yea, when Death's gloomy Vale I tread,
With Joy, ev'n there, I'll lift my Head;
From Fear and Dread he'll keep me free,
His Rod and Staff shall comfort me.

5 Thou spread'st a Table, Lord for me,
While Foes with Spite thy Goodness see;
Thou dost my Head with Oil anoint,
And a full Cup for me appoint.

6 Goodness and Mercy shall to me,
Through all my Life extended be;
And when my Pilgrimage is o'er,
I'll dwell with thee for evermore.

Text Information
First Line: The LORD himself doth condescend
Language: English
Publication Date: 1767
Scripture:
Topic: Description of: Confidence of Believers in Death; Thanksgivings: For diverse Mercies shown to Believers
Tune Information
Name: [The Lord himself doth condescend]
Key: C Major



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