2 For life and love, for rest and food,
For daily help and nightly care,
Sing to the Lord, for He is good,
And praise His name, for it is fair.
3 For strength to those who on Him wait,
His truth to prove, His will to do,
Praise ye our God, for He is great;
Trust in His name, for it is true.
4 For joys untold, that daily move
Round those who love His sweet employ,
Sing to our God, for He is love,
Exalt His name, for it is joy.
5 Sing to the Lord of heaven and earth,
Whom angels serve and saints adore,
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
To whom be praise for evermore.
J. S. B. MONSELL. 1862.
1015 I will sing of the mercies of the Lord.
1 THE mercies of my God and King
My tongue shall still pursue;
We thank Thee, Lord, that while we sing
Thy love, we share it too.
2 As bright and lasting as the sun,
As lofty as the sky,
From age to age Thy Word shall run,
And chance and change defy.
3 The covenant of the King of kings
Shall stand for ever sure;
Beneath the shadow of Thy wings
Thy saints repose secure.
4 Thine is the earth, and Thine the skies,
Created at Thy will;
The waves at Thy command arise,
At Thy command are still.
5 In earth below, in heaven above,
Who, who is Lord like Thee?
Oh! spread the Gospel of Thy love
Till all Thy glories see!
1016 The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
1 MY Shepherd is the living Lord;
shall my wants be well supplied;
His providence and holy word
Become my safety and my guide.
2 In pastures where salvation grows
He makes me feed, He makes me rest;
There living water gently flows,
And all the food divinely blest.
3 My wandering feet His ways mistake,
But He restores my soul to peace,
And leads me, for His mercy's sake,
In the fair paths of righteousness.
4 Though I walk through the gloomy vale,
Where death and all its terrors are,
My heart and hope shall never fail,
For God my Shepherd's with me there.
5 Amidst the darkness and the deeps
Thou art my comfort, Thou my stay;
Thy staff supports my feeble steps;
Thy rod directs my doubtful way.
6 The sons of earth and sons of hell
Gaze at Thy goodness, and repine
To see my table spread so well
With living bread and cheerful wine.
7 How I rejoice when on my head
Thy Spirit condescends to rest!
'Tis a divine anointing shed
Like oil of gladness at a feast.
8 Surely the mercies of the Lord
Attend His household all their days;
There will I dwell to hear His word,
To seek His face and sing His praise.
1017 He shall feed His flock like a Shepherd.
HE King of love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never;
I nothing lack if I am His,
And He is mine, for ever.
2 Where streams of living waters flow
My ransomed soul He leadeth,
And, where the verdant pastures grow,
With food celestial feedeth.
3 Perverse and foolish oft I strayed,
But yet in love He sought me,
And on His shoulder gently laid,
And home, rejoicing, brought me.
4 In death's dark vale I fear no ill
With Thee, dear Lord, beside me ;
Thy rod and staff my comfort still,
Thy Cross before to guide me.
5 And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house for ever!
SIR H. W. BAKER. 1868.
1018 The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
1 ПHE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care,
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noonday walks He shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps He leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy presence shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile
With sudden green and herbage crowned;
And streams shall murmur all around.
4 Though in the paths of death I tread
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly hand shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
JOSEPH ADDISON. 1712.
1019 I will sing of mercy and judgment; unto
Thee, O Lord, will I sing.-Ps. 101. 1.
shall be of mercy;
MY 10 Thee, O Lord! I sing,
Who all my life hast hid me
Beneath Thy sheltering wing;
Who still, in love most patient,
This mortal journey through,
Hast followed me with goodness,
And blessings ever new.
2 My song shall be of judgment:
All-wise and holy God!
Thou makest all Thy children
To pass beneath Thy rod;
Thou scourgest whom Thou lovest,
Yet, oh! my soul shall tell
That when Thy stroke is sorest
Thou doest all things well.
3 My song shall be of mercy:
Come, ye who love the Lord,
Who know that He is gracious,
Who trust His faithful Word!
Tell out His works with gladness,
With me exalt His name,
Whose love endures for ever,
To endless years the same.
4 My song shall be of judgment:
Ye who His chastenings feel,
Oh! faint not nor be weary,
He wounds that He may heal!
Yea, bless the hand that smiteth,
And in your grief confess
That all His ways are wisdom,
And truth, and righteousness!
1020 It is good to sing praises unto our God.
YE se very age His praises sing,
E servants of the Almighty King,
Where'er the sun shall rise or set,
The nations shall His praise repeat.
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