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Blog Poem: "The 23 Psalme" by George Herbert

Poem: "The 23 Psalme" by George Herbert

    The 23 Psalme
    By: George Heber

    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 convert
    And bring my minde in frame:
    And all this not for my desert,
    But for his holy name.

    Yea, in death's shadie black abode
    Well may I walk, not fear:
    For thou art with me; and thy rod
    To guide, thy staff to bear.

    Nay, thou dost make me sit and dine,
    Ev’n in my enemies sight:
    My head with oyl, my cup with wine
    Runnes over day and night.

    Surely thy sweet and wondrous love
    Shall measure all my dayes;
    And as it never shall remove,
    So neither shall my praise.

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