The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
"The Lord is my Shepherd."
A poor, weak wanderer on life's stormy wold,
What the fond shepherd for his flock would do
"He restoreth my soul."
WEARY of soul, and faint, as oft I lie,
No sovereign cordial for a strife-spent soul
The Dark Valley
"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of Death."
WHAT though the vale be dark and chill and drear,
Since He is with me I may well be brave,
The Gracious Banquet
"Thou preparest a table before me.."
"A feast thou spreadest me before my foes."
Shobi and Machir and Barzillai bring
"Have followed me all the days of my life."
Two angels on my daily paths attend,
How oft, I cannot to myself confess,